Oh? Perhaps next time I'll withhold the assurance you so crave, then. [ A low chuckle bubbles from his throat with the thought, and if Eridanus' feelings are girlish, Lucius' pair perfectly: the childish cruelty of a boy who wants to see the object of his infatuation squirm. ] I wonder what color your face will turn? I'd love to see you so flustered you start to turn purple.

[ And yet, even as he says so, he looks on Eridanus with an unbearably fond expression as he comes to walk before him. It is gratifying, to see a man appreciate the generosity of his affections so. ]

What's one painter? [ His manner sharpens with the words, voice and smile alike. ] I'm certain we'll be able to find a suitable second choice, and I wouldn't want to see you curb your excitement. Flay as many as you please, dearest beast; there will always be more left to sate your appetite.