"I won't." He responds, a little haughty, maybe overconfident. That grin sends a shiver down his spine, but not an altogether unpleasant shiver. There's several reactions he can imagine the duke might have to the plan Lucien has for this night, but disappointment is not likely to be one of them, if his disdain for his fellow rulers is more than hearsay.

Lucien takes the wine, lifting the glass in a quiet toast before taking a sip. "I was under the impression we only approach this table by your will, not our own. Though I am quite pleased with your company, Your Grace. Do you have any requests to honor me with?" He takes another, deeper sip, humming appreciatively.

"Finally, fae wine. I've only been allowed the human stuff at the pub."