[ Lucius glances over the contents of the box, and immediately, the carved pieces draws regicide to mind. What makes his ears perk, however, is the mention of birthdays; his eyes lift to Eridanus' face again with a sly slant, and he very nearly teases him that such a thing would matter to him at his age. Butβhe supposes things are different for a race that lives so long by nature, and for a man who hasn't spent so much of that lifespan in a realm where time itself becomes distorted.
Instead, he purrs, ] How could I deny you this small pleasure, then? [ His own glass is lifted to his lips, and as the pleasantly harsh punch of the moonshine hits his palate, his gaze is unwavering over its rim. ]
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Instead, he purrs, ] How could I deny you this small pleasure, then? [ His own glass is lifted to his lips, and as the pleasantly harsh punch of the moonshine hits his palate, his gaze is unwavering over its rim. ]
How many years are you now?