{ Present || The Temple Bar || 11:50 am }
The part about the stranger that made him mildly nervous, was the part where he took out his dagger. But anyone would drink to that, right? He wasn't completely sure, but waited for the response which came out much more lighthearted than expected. "Meh, what the hell. Didn't eat lunch anyways,"
Frank proceeded towards the kitchen after sheathing his dagger, comfortingly, as Lucius followed him. He told Lucius not to touch the bombs stuck to his belt. It was at that point Lucius wondered who the stranger was. Lucius grabbed two wine glasses from the pantry, washing off the accumulated dust, and drying them off. Lucius concluded the man wasn't even part of the stretchers, judging by his near violent reaction to Lucius, but he was still making himself comfortable eating yesterday's Chinese food.
Lucius searched through the drawers for a bottle opener. He successfully found one from the disorganized drawers, and continued to open up the bottle. The stranger began speaking to Lucius as his lo mien was heating, "To answer your question, fancy-pants, I'm not actually new here. I'm old, I got kicked out of your little club and now I've been replaced by a bunch of new people. So I guess you can say, I'm... vintage."
Lucius found his choice of words interesting, but poured the wine regardless. He was probably there to steal something, which was a very stretcher move. And what Lucius had done should have been proceeded against him in combat. Problem was, Lucius only knew how to fight with one thing, and not to mention was physically weak. And so there was nothing he could do about it, other than notify someone. Who actually knew how to fight.
But first, came the wine. "Gotta lighter, fella? I need to smoke this bitch up." And apparently smoking.
If there was one thing Lucius wouldn't do, it would be handing him his charm. If there was one thing Lucius didn't know, was if there were any lighters inside of the apartment. He briefly considered lying and saying he didn't have one. But that didn't seem too great either. He pulled out his charm, and lit the cigarette for him instead. He figured it'd be awkward for the stranger, but the stranger was bold enough to accept a glass of wine. But still, Lucius avoided eye contact after doing such an awkward thing.
"Here, ya go," Lucius handed him the filled glass of wine after, "got this from Italy somewhere. It's probably aged a couple decades. I don't even know if it's that good, stole it from some bartender who was buying groceries. He didn't call guards or police or whatever was happening that time, on me, which I still find funny."
"But hey, regardless, why'd you get kicked? Hell, I don't even know your name..." Lucius sipped from the glass, still smiling, finding the wine much more tangy than he expected, not to mention it went down without too much bite. Maybe it was actually good quality wine, which was probably why the bartender ran a marathon to chase Lucius down...
And Lucius would get in trouble for not protecting whatever object this guy had in mind to steal.