Lucréce's eyes had travelled to the discarded cigarette on the ground, inwardly wishing he hadn't thrown it away so quickly. But he limited himself to one a night, at the most, and he wouldn't let an errant event such as this change that. "No, I'll be keeping a few of my secrets, thank you," he murmured, a small smile beginning to inch onto his face as he slowly began to relax. Breathing in, breathing out, slow, steady. Leriun was gentle and kind, Lucréce reminded himself of this preconception. At least moreso than some of the men who came around there.
"Not wrong," Lucréce corrected him, folding his arms over his chest with a small smirk. "Curiosity. Two years," he murmured, leaning his weight on one leg, his small, angular body shifting with it and becoming a little crooked. "Started working when I was eighteen, but the madame wouldn't let me in the beds. I suppose I'm thankful. I just waited tables, and that's still what I mostly do."