"That's just his face," Lucius corrects, all drama drained out of him. He's being laughed at by a teenager in Hell and also his boss is here. And his boss's co...boss.

He really needs that drink.

"Come on, let's go mug that guy with a club or whatever, keep walking," he gestures forward with a vague shooing motion. "I need at least three fingers of rum for this conversation."