Izzy isn't going to walk down the stairs with him, clearly, and he isn't sure why he expected as much. instead, he props himself on the railing and peers up at Izzy. Izzy is being a prick, yes, but there's something kind of...weirdly familiar about this interact that Lucius is glad for. Ew. No.

"I mean, I'd like to think so," Lucius drawls back. "He's a pretty nice guy, all things considered."

Lucius looks down at the several...several flights of stairs ahead of him and almost groans. He really doesn't want to walk down stairs. He would actually rather talk to Izzy than take another--two flights per deck, so ew like six flights down and another however many up? Pass.

"Honestly, I'm not sure anyone is in charge. We only seem to actually move when we've arrived at the next horrible location for gruesome torture or whatever."