He dug his teeth into his bottom lip as a reminder to not coax Lucius further, or else he would say something snarky or stupid. Instead he just chuckled and pointed his glass at the man. It was only after they spun away did his forced laughter and smile drop from his face. “I hate him,” he commented to Florrie as he knew she was nearby.
“I handled that well, yeah?” he asked her, turning to her for validation. Or perhaps a lie. “I mean I didn’t...beat his blonde hair right off his head now did I?” he pointed out lightly. He sat his glass on a nearby table and held his hand out to her in offering, with a genuine smirk.