Lucius, looks blearily from the teenager to the skeleton, makes a noise of resignation, and then turns and plants himself face first in the closest bed. His arm goes up to wave some vague almost offensive gesture at Darcy. Then, for good measure, he makes the same vague, nearly offensive gesture at Skulduggery. When he speaks again, it's muffled through the pillow he's currently trying to suffocate himself with.

"Don't open the private dresser drawer on account of guns. Got it. And you--" he rolls his head to the side slightly and glowers at her. "You're fantastic and I adore you, you little shit. Don't be a pirate."

He shifts his face back into the pillow and then huffs and rolls over to stare at the ceiling, resigned to scorpion death when he passes out.

"And if someone is looking to test the mettle of normal people, they probably ought not to have picked the likes of Stede Bonnet or, and I say this with utmost something something: you, dapper skeleton man person. I'd try a different guess," he drones idly, completely unapologetic about his eavesdropping. Is it eavesdropping if he's in the room? Hard to say given how the spin is rooming. "Are we sure this is a boat? Because tha's fuckin' wild. Not swaying at all--oh no wait--I can feel it--wait--no I can't--boo."