Someone better get on their knees

lucas please allow me to introduce myself "Maybe if you were ever skilled enough to make me bleed, you'd find out." Lucas's quips came easily now that a) he had found out what his shitbox did, and b) he was formulating a new idea about how he might be thoroughly useful to this new queen of theirs. Didn't the best leaders act as catspaws, anyway? He scoffed at her comment, though he was much more distracted by the two pictures she pulled from the box. Inclining his head in an indulgent oh go on then, Lucas reached across the table for an unopened bottle of wine. He laid it down in the box, snapped the lid shut and, on opening it again, offered Edy one of the two bottles now laying within. "Voila," he said, caring not a stitch whether she understood what it meant. "Now - you asked where I stood on this business with your Her Royal Merciless? Come back tomorrow night and I'll tell you more. I've got a few calls to make."