With his long red hair woven into an elegant, braided bun, the fae's neck is laid bare for admiring. Around one side, curling up from the back of Lucien's shoulder, is a delicate mark of a fern. Whether or not the duke can tell, it's the manifestation of an open favor Lucien was charmed into giving the King at his last party, a bond he owes to Narciso. Otherwise, his neck and throat are bare.
Lucien turns the comment over in his mind, one ear perking up as he puzzles it out. Had something in him wanted to have an audience with a ruler, guiding him to their table? It seemed strange, given that his plans had been to lie low until he saw Laurent's dragon, but it wasn't impossible. "It's not the first time I've been wrong about you all, and I'm certain it won't be the last. Would you believe that at the last party I asked The Queen if the Prince was her son?" He lowers his voice to admit this, making fun of himself, taking the tease good-naturedly.
"Allow me, Your Grace." He reaches out to grasp the wine bottle and refill the Duke's glass, moving his body a little further into Lux's space. Do his fingers trace down the neck of the bottle suggestively for an instant before he lifts it? Who can say? He eyes up the Mazikeen as he pours elegantly- at least working Anahita's bar has been helpful for something.
"The similarities between our realms are so intriguing. You'll have to be patient with me if I'm a bit of a lightweight, I haven't had real liquor for two months."
He finishes his pour with a twist of the wrist so that not a drop is wasted, setting the bottle down and returning to his own glass. He takes another bite of cheese, then a deep sip of wine, eyes sliding shut at the pairing.
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Lucien turns the comment over in his mind, one ear perking up as he puzzles it out. Had something in him wanted to have an audience with a ruler, guiding him to their table? It seemed strange, given that his plans had been to lie low until he saw Laurent's dragon, but it wasn't impossible. "It's not the first time I've been wrong about you all, and I'm certain it won't be the last. Would you believe that at the last party I asked The Queen if the Prince was her son?" He lowers his voice to admit this, making fun of himself, taking the tease good-naturedly.
"Allow me, Your Grace." He reaches out to grasp the wine bottle and refill the Duke's glass, moving his body a little further into Lux's space. Do his fingers trace down the neck of the bottle suggestively for an instant before he lifts it? Who can say? He eyes up the Mazikeen as he pours elegantly- at least working Anahita's bar has been helpful for something.
"The similarities between our realms are so intriguing. You'll have to be patient with me if I'm a bit of a lightweight, I haven't had real liquor for two months."
He finishes his pour with a twist of the wrist so that not a drop is wasted, setting the bottle down and returning to his own glass. He takes another bite of cheese, then a deep sip of wine, eyes sliding shut at the pairing.
"Mmh. Divine."