[ There's no hesitation there, a gloved hand cupping beneath Tony's foot and hoisting up, like he's done a thousand times before. He's not too proud to lend an assist, if needed. As if this busywork he's providing Tony isn't proof enough of that.
Smells like...whiskey and soap. ]
Stop that.
[ Lucanis's eyes dart to the side, to apparently...nothing? Nothing visible, at least. ]
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Smells like...whiskey and soap. ]
Stop that.
[ Lucanis's eyes dart to the side, to apparently...nothing? Nothing visible, at least. ]