Not a lot particularly interests the Fallen Angel these days. Something or other might draw his attention, as The Gentleman's Boutique of Intriguing Antiques had (hence his presence there), but actual interest is uncommon to him in the way that only ten years of prolonged, excruciating torture can ensure. By contrast, he often finds himself experiencing annoyance with the lesser beings that he is forced to interact with- he reminds himself to reign back on that arrogance again- and is rarely considerate of other people's agendas. Therefore, when of all things a Chaos Space Marine bursts into the room, fully armoured, then bullrushes the nearest pit heedless of the humans in his path and leaps in with no grand fanfare, he sees it as less of an intriguing circumstance, and more as an excuse to let the two manipulators have their way with one another (in whatever sense that indicates) and get his new minion away from them with as little harm done as possible.

Fortunately, it seems Lucius' intimidation has done the trick initially, with Marko refusing the insistent plea of the androgyne to read his incomplete book, if not as confidently as the Angel might desire. This is soured by the Tzeentchian's prompt request to know about Sanath's past, and the Astartes decides now is a good time to move himself and his minion away from them both. Rising from his seat, he grabs the addict's bag, checking to ensure the book is still intact in there, then lifts it under one arm, pries Sanath away from Atella with the other, and slings the man over his shoulder.

'We're going to see why there's a Space Marine here,' Lucius states bluntly, not caring overmuch what the Slaaneshi cultist thinks of their prey being snatched from them. He promptly turns and walks off, heading into and, where relevant, shouldering aside the crowd of presumably-Khornate worshippers of blood and death, until he stands as near the edge of the pit as he dares. Placing Sanath down next to him, he eyeballs the inhabitants of the pit in question - the Marine from before, in a suit of power armour that he roughly recognises as belonging to the War Hounds Legion before they changed their name and turned Traitor, though the lower half is unrecognisable for the bloodstains on it; an Ogryn, the same Ogryn in fact that had walked in with one so-called "Ersus" previously, at this distance noticably taller and somewhat bulkier than Lucius himself, though it is almost certainly less battle-trained than even him, leached of combat skill as he is; and a particularly large Ork of similar size to the Ogryn, probably a Nob or even a Meganob on that basis. Of them, only the World Eater is presently armed, chainsword already revving and making the charge toward the Ork, though the Ogryn's oversized weapon is strapped to its chest for easy acquisition, presumably not used so far to make for a better fight.

The Ork, Lucius surmises, is at a distinct disadvantage. Nevertheless, he is willing to wait for the time being, mostly to see whether the World Eater can provide any character traits beyond the habitual psychopathy that many followers of the Blood God show off. The odds, so far, would seem to be against him.

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