There is a large glass tank on top of possibly too small a table by the bed, and as you both tumble into the bedroom, Lucien peels away for a moment to gaze into it. Apart from the cat that greeted you at the door to the flat, he doesn't especially seem like a pet kind of person: The cat clearly didn't consider itself a pet, and nor did his human friend/provider of food. There's a furry bundle of grey fluff curled up in the tank, very still, and something shifts in Lucien's expression, softening sadly, before he looks back up and drags a smile back onto his face.
"Sorry. Where were we?" He asks, standing and moving back to you.
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