A tiny ball of tension settled in his throat as he spotted her father at what he could only assume was their house. For some reason the idea of being scolded for keeping Riley out late particularly bothered him. He didn't want her to have any reason to dislike him when he fully intended on hanging around her while he was in town.
But suddenly he was being invited in like an old friend. It seemed the old man trusted him more than he'd thought, but he wasn't sure if that was actually a good thing. He wasn't quite ready to let his guard down.
"Uh s-sure! I can help with that. I think," Lucien fumbled, wincing for his mistake but hurrying inside with a quick smile and wink for Riley before her father changed his mind. As he cleared the doorway, though, he was struck by how small it was, in his eyes.
He turned his head one way then the other, a little startled that it was a home. That two people shared. Shaking his head and offering them a grateful smile, he hoped they would be none-the-wiser to his quick judgment. "Smells wonderful," he praised, taking a dramatic whiff of the food cooking over the fire as he stepped closer to the table.
"I take instruction well, sir. Just say the word and consider it done," he offered Agam, still trying a little too hard to blend in as a sailor on leave. He didn't want to rifle through their cupboards without knowing where to expect their dinnerware.