Lorcan was in the odd position of trying to retreat from the sunlight, yet being urged by basic instinct to attack, and so the appearance of Lindsay and her quick handling of the situation was great relief. He managed to control the snarling, although his lips were still curling back, exposing the fangs, and also let go of the death grip he hand on the headboard (which now sported groves from his fingers).
His fling snapped out of her paralysis when Lindsay snapped at her and with a squeak, scrambled for her clothing - which was scattered all over the floor. Apologies and tears bubbled over as she yanked on her dress and stumbled towards the door. Lorcan didn't respond well to either, merely pausing in drinking his potion to give her a rather nasty hiss, which combined with the potion's red colour on his lips and teeth, sent the woman running, the door slamming behind her.
"I hate that," Lorcan grumbled, more to himself than his assistant. He flicked a glance to Lindsay as he polished off the rest of the potion quickly, grimacing slightly as always at the taste. "Go ahead, say it," he said wearily, running his fingers through his disordered black hair and getting out of bed. Lorcan wasn't bothered by nudity, but out of respect for Lindsay, he grabbed the robe flung over a chair back to hide his nakedness.