[Lucio's only response is flash another grin that's nothing short of smug and just bordering on dangerous. He's only too happy to comply with the order to drink, taking a considerably bigger swig this time along with a noise of approval at the burn. As much as he's come to enjoy high-end spirits there's always something to be said for the harsher stuff; it reminds him of home, of pillaging and conquering and then celebrating until blacking out.

After the drink he drapes his prosthetic arm across the back of the couch behind Julian, leaning in closer.]

This is why you're my favorite doctor, you know? Not nearly as stuffy and high-strung like most of those simpering idiots that come around here. They're all so damn boring.