"Awww," Lucius says fondly--he likes his hair. He doesn't sound particularly bothered as he accuses: "Flirt."

Lucius gives up on the idea of the scorpions and just rolls onto his side and hauls part of the bedspread with him. Egads this is comfortable.

"You seem fine. Well dressed. Funny. Who needs hair and eyes?" Lucius mumbles as he gradually winds himself into a cocoon. "Goodnight. Kill the scorpions please and thank you."

And with that nonsense, Lucius is out in a midori fueled haze. Luckily, at least for Skulduggery, he doesn't snore.