Lucien stayed a tugging smile of excitement, keeping his expression blank as usual. So it was possible. Not probable, but... Not impossible. Lucien's hair fell across his face, his eyes peering out half distorted from behind the erratic tendrils of hair, one last glance paid to the inquisitor, and a lingering scrutiny towards the robed acolyte. Unnerving though she was, Lucien was assured she was not a huge threat. Otherwise she wouldn't be here. And that other one, the witch. Lucien surprisingly held no kind of disposition towards her for being a traitor, but just for her demeanour he reckoned he wouldn't feel too bad about using her to keep his skills fresh. Lucien, under most circumstances, didn't like torturing people, but in some cases, he couldn't help but feel a malicious glee, like his own personal vengeance for a crime they had likely never comitted, at least not towards him.<br/><br/>He shook these thoughts aside, and spun where he stood, turning to leave. "If you need me imminently, Ma'am, I'm sure you'll not hesitate to summon me." Lucien walked towards the door, paying the silent Impetus a small nod, but continuing onward regardless. He would likely continue inspecting the ship's corridors, for some dull sense of entertainment. Unless the unlikely even arose in which someone had something to say about his departure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>