Not that Lucius has any reason whatsoever to be surprised about that sentiment. Indeed, his response is somewhat placid as he takes the charged glass and raises it to drink from in the same movement. "What would it matter to you, where you are? There's that sentiment--" He tips his glass a little in wry gesture, as he goes to hook his cane against the side of the table. The silver head could do with a polish.
The rich red wine horizon settles once more in his hand. "Home is where the heart is."
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Not that Lucius has any reason whatsoever to be surprised about that sentiment. Indeed, his response is somewhat placid as he takes the charged glass and raises it to drink from in the same movement. "What would it matter to you, where you are? There's that sentiment--" He tips his glass a little in wry gesture, as he goes to hook his cane against the side of the table. The silver head could do with a polish.
The rich red wine horizon settles once more in his hand. "Home is where the heart is."