Lucien sighed, and leaned against the door frame. "I have been fucking cooped up in this house since the other night with that little problem at Avalon. How was I suppose to know that that slave was the owner's." He groaned and came in sitting in a chair across from Emerson. "And you have to admit the collar was a nice touch."
He leaned back into the chair. He needed to be out and about getting something to tamp down these feelings and depression. Emerson didn't understand anything about Lucien, he just wanted to keep him from everything that would make him feel good and loved.
"Can I at least have some? A full glass will guaranty me at least some sort of a buzz." He said, "And that would mean I would be out of your hair a little bit sooner. We both know how much you hate me here."