[Keen to the changes in Lucius' expression—subtle or unsubtle as they are—Eridanus' excitement for the tale at hand dims and like a lounging cat basking in the sun, he lowers himself to quiet repose upon the expanse of that monstrous, scarred chest. He watches the way his consort's lipless maw twists around the words, how laughter reverberates beneath him, and how disgust pulls a grimace across Lucius' waxen mask. His gaze searches every crease and ridge of the face before him, and with the ridge of his own opaline maw settling atop the backs of his hands, Eridanus resigns himself to what he assumes to be the great climax of the story.

Except, for as much as he was expecting an utter blunder, he isn't expecting it to be so incredibly stupid. So much so that for the few moments of relaxation he had found himself in, he is once again pulling himself up to sitting upon Lucius' overlarge chest.]

And this man is a military officer? [He finds that incredibly hard to believe, and that incredulity is heard quite literally in the tone he takes when he asks the question. More so, his brow furrows along with the twist of his lips into a pout—as if the story has ended in nothing but disappointment.

But... no, it couldn't. After all, this is a story that his Eternal stars in! So of course, there is room for triumph and glory awaiting. Perhaps the climax is not yet here.]

What did you do? Surely you rescued this plan, since the Lord Commander failed so miserably?