The creepy barber-surgeon-flaying vibes Michel gave off weren't ideal fodder for flirting, but they gave him more to work with than this. Lucius can deal with weird and creepy--weird, creepy, and devoutly religious, however, is a combination that throws up so many red flags he feels like he's in a field of roses. He could maybe explain why he's sure he's damned and why he never intends to rennounce any of it for redemption, but thats not...cute. It also leads right back to the barber-surgeon-flaying vibe in a much more concerning way.

He smiles as politely as he can, but it's a bit strained and he is out of wine with which to occupy himself.

"That is certainly a sentiment!" Lucius compliments. "I will have to reflect on that. Later. In private."

Not here, with others, without wine. Hopefully. He has no idea how to talk around people who can stare him in the face and intensely advocate for his soul. Do they like jokes? Probably not.

"Thank you for your...kind encouragment."