"Oh, I'm sorry." Lucien just continued with his mocking ways, his tone making it obvious he was trying almost his hardest to make her feel even worse. "Did I make you cry? Do you want to go home? Too bad you can't. And you never will. You'll die here, Bella." That last part made it seem as if his words came out as venom, though in a terribly sweet way. Really, he was just rubbing things in.<br/><br/>Purposely he put a hand on her back, right where her wings would've met at the center of her back, knowing it would strike pain into her from his firm and rather rough touch he had made. Though he kept his hand there, pressing against her back even. "And, oh, my, what've they done? Stripped you of your wings? You poor soul." He snickered a bit, patting her once on the back before taking his hand away.