The sound Lucius makes is one of irritation; a voiceless, monosyllabic scoff even as his attention trips back into the safe retreat of the drink he's served himself. He can hear her tone of voice, at least.

"I have no particular desire to do what doesn't suit you," he says, after a moment; his tone almost disjointed from the rest of him, distanced. "But the deception doesn't hold, I'm afraid, and whatever it is you are attempting to hide is quite out of your hands." Because it's still truth sans explanation, in it's own blunt and brutal way, except he knows full well there is more to it than simply being capable of resurrection.

The sword and the crossbow see to that.