Lucius tried not to smirk. "I'm managing," he said, after sipping some of the whiskey. "That's quite good," he added, licking his lips. "Thank you. I forget sometimes... just how good a stiff drink can be." He tried not to let his gaze roam too obviously over Hygge, but it wasn't easy. The smaller man was just his type. He itched to touch, and more. He was half aroused already; hopefully it wouldn't affect his judgement too much.