Lucien's laughing, and as I figured he would do, he walks over with hand extended.

"You're a true gentleman my---" I chuckle, reaching out for his arm with one hand as the other reaches for the knife in my boot when he stops cold.

"I don't smell alcohol on you." Our eyes meet. His are bloodshot, but there's a clarity there I did not count on. This just made things more difficult.

"What?" With something between a sigh and a growl, I retract my hand and run it through my hair.

"Well then. I should explain myself..." I give Lucien a sheepish grin...

then leap up and tackle him.