[Normally, being referred to as owned would make his heart flutter, and yet, Eridanus' long tufted ears only seem to droop further. After a moment, where doubt tenses his shoulders and he questions whether or not he should really be here, he steps through the threshold.]

A lover's quarrel is a rather large understatement. [Eridanus tuts, and follows after Lucius down the hall. Had he been in any other state of mind, he likely would have scolded the man for keeping such a dirty home.]

Apparently Rosefica overheard me wishing to be united with you for eternity through your armor—a pauper's dream unless we can escape from this hellhole—and she thinks me a fool for pledging myself so wholly to a human. She... she doesn't understand our relationship, she thinks I am being disloyal to our marriage. [His clutches a claw at his own chest, his gaze downcast in a mix of rage, frustration, and sorrow.]

She knows naught of this dark heart—the extent of it. If she did, she would not accept me. Not as you do... my very existence would disgust her.