This is met with some silence, but there is literally nothing to object to. So, Lucius raises an eyebrow and nods once, shortly, his gratitude, as well as confirmation that he won't have the other man go without. Then, he levers himself up to stand, pushing the chair back into place and scanning once the papers he mussed without particular remorse, simply renewed interest.

"Tell me of your current work," he invites, without looking up. It's probably the most civil he's been, and certainly so today. "And perhaps, also, what you know of the fog."