Lucien barks out a laugh, recognizing the sorcerer in turn. And he's right, the fae does not get the reference.

"I don't know, is there a reason for your calm?"

There' a spark in his eyes beneath the fox mask, a decision being made. It might seem like he's gearing up to cast some kind of spell, but no.

In one fluid movement, he snatches the drink the man had put down and tosses its contents in the man's face.

((I'll leave it up to you what color/effect this has, if any!))