Finally you begin to catch on, [ Lucius says, a thin edge of humor in his voice. Of course Fabius would see the sick opportunity in this situation. There is a rare moment where Lucius isn't wholly sure what to say—not out of concern for his fellow monster, but for simple disgust at the proclivities of the man in front of him. ] Does it please you to hear that we aren't alone? You have new kinsmen enough on this rock to keep you happy and occupied for quite some time, I imagine.

[ His tail continues to sway—and yet, even as he speaks, the irritation in the movement seems to ebb. Fabius is as untrustworthy as a man can come, but it's that very fact that lends him any predictability at all. Fabius will want to take their monstrous kin apart, and he will do whatever is necessary for the tools and opportunity to manage just that.

Can he play that fact to his own advantage, he wonders? ]

Of course, [ Lucius begins, a cruel purr once more lacing the syllables and a needle-sharp smile once more growing across his lips, ] right now, you're quite without the tools of your vile trade. A shame, isn't it?