[Lucius, aware of the sparkling nature of the deck just a few paces to his left, and that his deck will not seem remotely this clean, decides it might be wisest to stand near this portion and pray that Mr. Eames does not return. It's something like plausible deniability, standing in proximity to clean deck.
He clearly hasn't done it, but he might have.
The person who has done it, though, is an interesting sort. They're scrubbing away with a brush and looking like they're having an absolute ball doing it. Lucius boggles but, ultimately, decides not to question his fortune.
Mostly.]
Do you...want a mop?
[He's not into cleaning but, well, mopping would be faster, right?]
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He clearly hasn't done it, but he might have.
The person who has done it, though, is an interesting sort. They're scrubbing away with a brush and looking like they're having an absolute ball doing it. Lucius boggles but, ultimately, decides not to question his fortune.
Mostly.]
Do you...want a mop?
[He's not into cleaning but, well, mopping would be faster, right?]