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"I know that tone. What are you after?" The voice within the parlour was low and amused, and Lucas glanced up from his place reclining on one of the decadent couches that Ezra had gotten his fashionable fingers all over. The Ascended didn't need light, and so there wasn't much to see by, even with the book Lucas was holding between his fingertips. When his gaze moved from Edrei to the stranger behind her, he was a little more interested, green eyes growing sharper, Lucas sitting up further in his seat. "Now this must be something, for the Left Hand of Her Highness to bring a client to these generous halls," he purred. Because what else could this guy be? LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk