Would that not be the wise choice, dearest brother? [ Thoughtlessly, Lucius' tongue unfurls from between his teeth, forked tips dancing through the air as its unsplit stem slides along his bottom lip. It's an odd thing to notice, the softness of his own lips and the slickness and warmth of his own tongue as it teases across them—but if there weren't greater things in front of him, he might allow himself to lose his thoughts to the sensation, even if only for a little while. ] You know the sorts of people that will be there — and you know it'll give us the opportunity to see its effects on monster and mortal alike.

[ He says us, but of course, he knows Fabius has no intention of leaving his apothecarion for such a frivolous occasion. Lucius leans against the medical slab before him, the chill of cold metal prickling up his arm where his forearm braces itself against it. ]

Oh, but give it time! [ Again, he laughs. ] Maybe I should take another dose to be sure?

[ Lucius is absolutely smart enough to know that isn't a good idea—but Fabius likewise knows him well enough to know that won't necessarily stop him. His tongue runs along his gums, now, a pleasured noise humming behind his closed lips. ]

It certainly doesn't have the same kick it did as a stim, but that's to be expected. Give it a moment longer — a single heart only pumps blood so fast!

[ You know... A moment where he can continue to touch things, just to be sure... ]