Sometimes ~Vanessza~ is too French; Lucius too English. He stares straight ahead and puzzles at her question as she fusses with his hair, that slightly tense posture he adopts in these moments that is equal parts formality and, well, just tension that has very little to do with her. Silver is shiny and threaded with white-blonde, and it's been a while since physical nearness has connoted much in the way of affection as opposed to unpleasantness. Getting laid helps. Relaxing is a work in progress.

Wry; "Well, naturally, you'll be given to touching it more."