(Flirting has never backfired on him, not once, and he's not about to start doubting it today.)
Lucius jumps about a foot, straight up, at that sudden sharp questions. He flails, fumbles the lantern in his hand and lets out a choked 'Oh-dear-god!'. The lantern, by some miracle, doesn't shatter when it hits the deck but the guttering, untended flame does promptly go out.
Lucius spins around then, hand clutching the fabric over his hammering heart, already scowling--he's absolutely furious and he is going to give this asshole a piece of his--oh. Oh, dear. His fury transmutes instantaneously as he realizes he's a hair's breadth away from a very handsome man. A handsome man who is now very dramatically and ethereally backlit by all the other lanterns on this boat.
"Oh--hello," he says, like an idiot, and leans on the drawings he was just doing as he reflexively adopts a cute pose. It's right around this point that he recognizes that flirting abruptly with dark strangers, on this particular ship, is probably a dreadful idea.
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Lucius jumps about a foot, straight up, at that sudden sharp questions. He flails, fumbles the lantern in his hand and lets out a choked 'Oh-dear-god!'. The lantern, by some miracle, doesn't shatter when it hits the deck but the guttering, untended flame does promptly go out.
Lucius spins around then, hand clutching the fabric over his hammering heart, already scowling--he's absolutely furious and he is going to give this asshole a piece of his--oh. Oh, dear. His fury transmutes instantaneously as he realizes he's a hair's breadth away from a very handsome man. A handsome man who is now very dramatically and ethereally backlit by all the other lanterns on this boat.
"Oh--hello," he says, like an idiot, and leans on the drawings he was just doing as he reflexively adopts a cute pose. It's right around this point that he recognizes that flirting abruptly with dark strangers, on this particular ship, is probably a dreadful idea.