Lucien was all but shocked when seeing Bella get sick all over his trousers. Blinking once at first, he seemed to pause a minute still, taking his hand away from her back while setting down his glass of wine on the small table that was beside the couch so as to not let it fall. "Well... I guess I should've expected that... At some degree..." He grumbled to himself, looking as if he wanted to brush his trousers clean but not wanting to touch any of the mess.<br/><br/>Could he really blame Bella though? It had been his fault... But any good reasoning was pushed out of his mind as he instead back handed her on the side of the face, frowning as he got up then, scrunching his nose at himself. He made himself believe that it was her fault- That's what his father had always said. "You little wench!" He snapped after the back hand, threatening her to another hit with a held back hand.