[Like an enthralled child caught within the imagery unraveled by a masterful storyteller, Eridanus gazes up at the grinning visage of his consort with brimming curiosity. Even as Lucius' expression masks with a distant nostalgia, Eridanus carves the sight of it into his deep memory. His stilled hand upon the other's chest resumes its path, tracing shallow red welts across bicep, shoulder, then chest once more.]

Certainly not, [Eridanus himself chuckles, caught within the enthusiasm Lucius brightens with,] I can hardly imagine you living beneath the thumb of anyone... and your own father couldn't understand such about you?

[Perhaps that's something he has over Fulgrim, then. He doesn't underestimate his Eternal.]

So, how did you prove your disloyalty?