[Eridanus' breath catches in his throat as Lucius settles before him. There's still a lightness that seems to keep the man barely off the balls of his feet, as if he's ready to simply sweep Eridanus out the door without any explanation. Instead, those clawed fingers find and loosen the knot of his tie.

He exhales a shaking breath, as color rises to his pale visage. His brows lift at the mention of a painter, and suddenly excitement heats the blood in his veins. His serrated smile splits wider, and he reaches an opaline gauntlet to take Lucius' hand.]

Yes, we should... to have our clashing of souls immortalized in such a way, would bring me no greater joy than to taste your blade itself. [Eridanus brings Lucius' fingertips to his lips, placing a short-lived chaste kiss to the pads before the point of his lesser tusk drags against skin.] Have you one in mind? No, do not tell me... take me to them.