Lucréce stared at Leriun for a long time, his eyes flickering softly. He wondered how much of that was true earnestness, and how much of it might be the boy trying to get on his good side. Lurcréce had heard a lot of speeches like this, though usually they were accompanied with a flirty smile and a touch on Lucréce's hand. So far things seemed to check out alright. Surprising. Pleasant.
Lucréce was observant. He prided himself in being observant. But he was also modest, and unobtrusive. He watched the way Leriun stared at the woman on stage, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he catalogued this information. Not terribly interested in women. And if he was, then not strippers. Which meant his tastes were either unconventional, or for another sex entirely. Or nothing. Lucréce blinked, frowning slightly at himself for thinking such thoughts. He often found himself thinking about people's lives, what they do and how they live, but always felt a little bad about it.
Lucréce was staring at Leriun when a back door banged open, and Lucréce blinked and jumped, peering over Leriun's shoulder to see the man from before looking around, and Lucréce's face grew drawn and pale, flicking his eyes down to stare at the table with a small, frightened intake of breath.