[ Lucius barks with laughter, as though Eridanus has said something truly funny. He doesn't know anyone else who would assume his long-held grudges must have been nursed with good reason—but he supposes that is why Eridanus is his favorite of all, isn't it?

That sweet entreaty makes his heart beat quicker in his chest—like the heart of a wolf scenting the blood of a defenseless fawn. There isn't much room to draw Eridanus nearer to his flesh anymore, and his consort is already held well within his grip; instead, he moves, that bullish leg shifting free to hook Eridanus' form within its embrace instead. Great weight pinning the stony shape of that body beneath him, Lucius' tongue slithers longer, teasing along the column of his throat instead—as if he might simply repeat the experience of Felfri and devour him whole. ]

You ought to be careful what you wish for — one day, it just might be granted. [ Still, his breath is hot with that shared desire to become completely intertwined as he purrs, ] Bile's crimes are too many and odious to speak of. But, the good Lord-Commander... He is guilty of the worst transgression of all: thinking he could compete with me for our primarch's favor!

[ He laughs, because of course, the idea that Eidolon could be as worthy of the Phoenician's attention as himself is as great a joke as any. ]