Lucius had expected as much, he had drained much life-force from her after all. The scar really was beautiful though, it's complexity and elegance made it a work of art that looked as so natural on her skin. She would appreciate it once she allowed herself to submit to him, of that he was sure.
Although Lucius was arguably cruel, perhaps even evil, he was most certainly a gentleman at least in part. As such he could not leave the brunette to sleep in the ritual space where her blood was still fresh where it had dripped onto the floor and pieces of her skin were collected in a bucket. Lucius took her into his arms, carrying her as if she were his bride through to the Master bedroom and laid her down on the left side of the bed.
He would join her shortly, but he could hardly sleep in his current outfit. He removed all his clothing but his boxers before climbing into bed, his eyes on his beautiful slave as he lay there.