Lucas has always, always been a free man. Unfettered by rules, by the norms society imposed, he has always done what he wanted when he wanted, so the appearance of the bars, the cell he is trapped in, leaves his heart beating rapidly. He's on his feet in a heartbeat, rushing forward and tugging hard on the bars, the smallest amount of panic settling in on his face.
"This isn't fucking funny, Edward," he hisses out, tugging at them again hard, enough to make his shoulders ache with the effort.