"Well Zira, I don't know." Lucian replied, with a healthy dose of snark, "I've never had the pleasure of this experience before! That being said, I'm certainly not going to turn down the offer. Where's this tea?"
The Boy's body was becoming tiresome, and Lucian was slowly but surely slipping out of his somewhat collected façade. He didn't want to lose it in front of Zira, or the medicine woman, so he sat down and zoned out, staring at the opposing wall. He wasn't deep in thought, not at first, but soon enough he was thinking on all manner of things. That sort of attitude really fostered thought, in all of its wandering forms.