Well I do need to heal my arm somehow... and it is her fault a voice whispered in his ear, rationalizing harming the only person from his past that hadn't betrayed him. Could he bring himself to do it, to show her what was now normal practice for him?
"Very well, come with me" Lucius smiled darkly, he had to taste the power that her blood held. She was practically begging him to do it anyway and there was no point in wasting it. He turned around and headed through the door towards his usual ritual space.