"I know, I know," Emerson admitted. "Poor attempt to cheer you up and all that." He leaned back in his chair, refraining from putting his feet up on the desk. "Go home, rest up, make sure you aren't hungry... That sort of thing. If he shows up, try not to have it turn into a fight regardless. If you can help it anyway." He sighed. This Lucius guy was just bad news all around.
"Don't worry about it. Just don't tell anyone that I'm not a complete slacker at what I do, and we're golden," he grinned back at Ambrose.