There is room for amusement, and it shows, briefly, as fleetingly visible as a fish beneath the water. Cane set down against the edge of the table allows Lucius to put his hands out and take the book for himself, a small sneer for the mass of illegible annotations and appreciating more simply holding the item and flicking it open to familiar looking pages and type. His circumstances, of course, give him pause.

He doesn't look up when he observes, primly, "That sounds like me."