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"Glad to hear it," Lucas said, ducking his head in a nod and stretching out his hand so that they could, indeed, shake on it. Only Adam decided to spit into his hand, and Lucas halted halfway to arch an eyebrow at the other man. "Never do that again, please," he drawled. "You shot me. Let's just pretend my walking it off was the equivalent of our shaking on it, yes?" Giving no room for argument (because he was not shaking a hand coated in saliva), Lucas rose to his feet to walk Adam to the door in a polite gesture that pointedly said 'get out of my house'. "I'll be in touch soon," he said. LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk