[ He idea of Eridanus, a man who couldn't even bear to be apart from him for a handful of days, doing as he threatens is laughable—so much so that Lucius nearly does laugh. Were he to walk out that door now, Lucius would expect him back within the day. It barely deserves more than the time it would take to reply that Eridanus won't—but, for as cute as this kittenish defiance is, if he is going to persist in it, Lucius really does need to bring his foot down and quash it into the dirt below.

His hand drops from Eridanus' jaw—down to his neck, claw-fingers settling around his throat as the firm cage of a collar. ]

Must I remind you where a Champion's place lies? [ His smile tightens, and so does his grip, touch drawing stricter around his throat with each passing word. ] A Champion remains at his Lord's side — with unwavering loyalty, in good or in ill. If you intend to betray such a simple commandment, perhaps I ought to do as you say.

[ And then that hand releases Eridanus, and Lucius steps back, smile returned to idle playfulness as if anything besides had been a mere mirage. ]

Now do you want the Lucid Dream returned to your hip or not?