Lucius spies the veiled individual approaching from a fair distance away. He has been glancing around periodically for a short while now, and this is the first instance in which anything of note involving him has occurred. Even so, he gives no indication that he's noticed Atella or the (somewhat ratty-looking, in Lucius' mind) man who appears to be her slave until she is about three meters from him, at which point he abruptly spins round in his chair to face them, staring at them both, looking them over to take stock of them and form an initial opinion from up-close. Several seconds pass before he says anything, first pointing at the man by the mistress' side.

'You're not to touch me. You're not to come within five feet of me. You're not to so much as cough in my direction. Otherwise, I'll snap your neck.'

All of this is said in a harsh monotone of sorts, debunking any misconceptions that the Angel won't do as he says. His initial statement made, he lowers his hand and turns his head to face the silk-covered... human, he guesses. Gender is nigh-impossible to discern underneath the layers they're wearing, yet unbidden and somewhat shockingly for one of his psychology, a thought comes to mind: what if he just bent them over the bar and...?

'Judging by your clothing and the direction you came from,' he addresses the leader of the duo near him in a somewhat less confrontational tone, 'you're either one of the Prince's whores, or a bearer of plague disguised to fool less careful viewers than myself. Given the image that just sprang to mind, I'm going to guess the former. I'd assume, but that would be unwise. Either way, your wares don't interest me. And I'll not take any risks with your... manservant... at this time,' he concludes, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly at the man as he dubs him. 'He'll be fine if he does as I've requested.'

Having made his point, the fallen Astartes twists himself back round to face the bar, clasping his hands together and resting his chin on the makeshift rest. He's quite sure the two will attempt to speak with him regardless of what he wants, and he's not entirely uncertain that their presence hasn't been deliberately machinated in some way or another, so he prepares conversation threads in his mind, covering the most typical topics that Slaaneshi and Nurglite worshippers discuss from what he's heard. Maybe, he ponders, he'll be pleasantly surprised, and these ones will actually say something interesting beyond those.

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And before you guys ask, the reason I'm able to make this post is due to an alternate computer that I've gained temporary access to. And when I say temporary, I mean "probably won't be available by the end of the working week", so don't expect further IC posts for a while after this unless a response to Lucius is very rapidly forthcoming.
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