Lucius is boggled. Nothing in any of his interactions with Skulduggery had ever laid groundwork for that sort of storming out. He clearly missed something and feels a flicker of remorse about it. He will have to text him later--

For right now, though, Lucius has a fully willing man, a room to himself, and a bowl of grapes.

He puts on his best flirty look, not that he really needs to, and leads Bugsy to the nearest bed. His notebook is tossed aside on the mattress and lands open. The pen tumbles off and clatters somewhere. Whatever he can get another. Lucius drops onto the bed, sitting in cute repose, and holds up the bowl of grapes.

"Now what was that about feeding me like a spoiled prince?"