Lucius takes a seat next to her, hooking cane in place against the bar itself, and ignorant to his own guarded tension until Vanessza points it out to him. "I'll have some on ice in a moment," is a muttered quip rather than flaphand dismissal. Once the bartender does make his way over, the drink of choice is a double gin with only a splash of tonic.

"It did occur to me that had I chosen to change my mind, you wouldn't be wanting for company."