            Lucius grinned around his rim, before tipping the rest back and setting aside the empty glass. "I am not a man to mince words, my dear," he said, one hand stretching towards her. His fingers brushed her cheek as he pushed a curl over her ear. As his fingertips ghosted over the shell of her ear, electricity sparked at his featherlight touch. "I also harbor no ideas that your young heart is entirely set on another man. Seeing as he is not yet with us, would it be so amiss to concede to your current circumstances?"