[Though Lucius takes a step back, Eridanus' hand remains at rest on his hip as if the simple touch were an anchor of comfort in an unfamiliar situation. He watches, nigh-anxious, as Lucius' arms spread wide with bravado. His words remain vague, and perhaps that is why his heart thunders against his breast in anticipation; because Lucius says that they will return to the Diadem, but things won't be as they seem.

This certain mercurial cruelty is one he has come to expect of his consort—led around by his nose, seeking for more, staring down at Lucius with glittering eyes that would suggest he were actually a hound sat and waiting for his master's word.]

So, we are venturing to see your flagship... but not exactly? [Confusion edges into his basal tone, his brow wrinkling with a furrow as he tries to piece together just what it is that Lucius is playing at. Eridanus would typically consider himself a bright and discerning man, but with his lover, he's always kept on his toes—and so, he asks,] can you tell me what is happening, rather than playing so coy?