She could tell that something was bothering him; likely the reason behind him asking her there for coffee. She had good intuition and her intuition was telling her that he hadn't suggested they meet just to catch up. His posture was tense, like he had something to say that he didn't really want to. Part of her wanted to reach across the table and lay a hand on his arm, but she didn't know if that would make things worse or better, so she simply nodded a little when he spoke again.
At the mention of being Lucifer's play thing, however, she cocked her head to the side, looking at him with worry in her eyes. "I think I'm going to need you to be a little more specific," she told him quietly. "Can you tell me what happened?"