[ Lucius has met uncountable foes across uncountable battlefields, and by now, a single sweep of his eyes across the silhouette before him is all he needs to tell him everything necessary. It's an aggressive posture, if not one that particularly suggests a warrior; that the wings are spread speaks more to a man trying to intimidate than a man confident in his ability to win a brawl. Even so, his eyes catch on that little knife in his hand, and a laugh escapes them at the sight of it. ]

And what is it to you, I wonder? [ In spite of himself, he turns, his lips once again widening in a vicious grin. ] If you're looking for a meal, simply wait your turn. She'll be all yours when I'm done with her.