A quick run through with a comb through his hair and Lucas was bounding down the stairs to the lobby, taking them at an easy jog, round and round until he came to the final floor. Taking a moment to adjust his clothing, straighten his shirt, fix his collar, and he was moving towards the only person waiting in the lobby at this time of day.
"Xavier, I presume?" he asked, extending a hand to the man once he was in reach. Lucas was the picture of rugged handsomeness with the attitude of someone who knew he looked good. A wedding ring glinted on his left hand, a band of platinum studded with several small diamonds; flashy, but not so much that it looked tacky. Just like he preferred. "I hope I didn't leave you waiting too long down here. I live up on the Deluxe floor. It's... a bit of a run down here. I'm sure you know how it is." He flashed him a smile, white teeth, perfectly straight.