"She had two sisters I believe she was still relatively fond of at that point," Lucius says, content to go down this passage of conversation whether or not he, in turn, cares about scrutiny that may or may not come about. "Financial security, perhaps a pet, I don't entirely recall. If not the deprivation of a life she once knew and relied upon, then the thoughts inspired by what is given in exchange. Employment, imprisonment. Rent."

Because naturally, an ordinary life would be something Lucius cites as giving someone sleepless nights. It certainly hadn't been his favourite. "Or she was seeking attention," is a bit heartless, Lucius, but he's raised a teenager and she is close enough. He tosses back another sip of wine.