[ Lucius can recognize the iconography from the horrible Christmas sweater Annie had gifted him, and it makes his brows arch. The wrapping isn't nearly as neat as Annie's had been, either—and, fittingly, neither is the way Lucius rips it free from the case beneath.
To receive a gift from his consort is neither surprising nor expected. It hadn't been demanded, but still, an offering made from vassal to lord to earn favor or display gratitude is a typical thing. Even so, Lucius thinks, if Eridanus were going to give him something, he would rather see it passed from his hand himself—perhaps on bended knee.
When he rises to meet Eridanus, he doesn't bother to dress first. ]
What's the matter, Archmage? Too bashful to watch my eyes as I open your gift?
it is indeed crimmus
To receive a gift from his consort is neither surprising nor expected. It hadn't been demanded, but still, an offering made from vassal to lord to earn favor or display gratitude is a typical thing. Even so, Lucius thinks, if Eridanus were going to give him something, he would rather see it passed from his hand himself—perhaps on bended knee.
When he rises to meet Eridanus, he doesn't bother to dress first. ]
What's the matter, Archmage? Too bashful to watch my eyes as I open your gift?