[ Irritation flashes through Lucius, twisting his mouth and laying his ears flat. His shoulders tense under those grasping hands, prepared to toss them off, already sick of being manhandled as if he has done anything wrong. What stops him is the same part of his head that had held his tongue against insulting Rosefica, just a few minutes earlier. ]

And so she tossed aside your companionship for a single transgression? [ Instead, he channels the feeling into sounding righteously indignant. Lucius, on the other hand, has no delusions about what it will mean for Eridanus to return to Rosefica's hand—and never has he been a man to allow the pleasure right in front of him to be stolen by another. ] You'll fix things, in time — when she realizes her own foolishness. Go running back to her right away, and she'll know she can demand whatever she pleases of you. She'll collar you, and control where it is you can go and who it is you can see.

[ He brings a hand to Eridanus' wrist, making a gentle attempt to pry the hand free. ]

Instead, let her realize she is every bit as miserable without you. Maybe that will make her more understanding.