So it would. [But Lucan would care. Lucan always thought Grayson the man to keep their world in check, after all. Reasons he never fully understood, though maybe it had something to do with centuries of stupid, boyish impulse between them. Imbeciles charging into battle, playing knights at war with real weapons, real wars-- real bloodshed. Long before Lucan became a commander with a proud, hardened edge to his jaw, they were friends.]

All things considered, [He starts, walking to the archway that leads out into lobby, catching the attention of his staff.] you ought to be the one minding them.

[Quiet words exchanged between himself and the elder man, and then he's back at her side, patting her leg.] He says they'll find something suitable-- they've not been shopping regularly for company. I can't imagine why.