[ There is no reply. Only the assumption that Lucius will keep to his own word, within said hour.
And he does, just shy of it by several minutes. Dressed nicely if not excessively, in shades or black and burgundy. If he had only his prison garb at his disposal, his complaining would have been a lot louder. His hands are empty of his cane, otherwise he'd use that to knock against iron door - instead, his knuckles rap smartly against it and he steps back, hands folded behind him.
'The Marquis de Sade' being a common mantra in his thought process, and only starts again now that he's knocked. ]
\ oAo/
And he does, just shy of it by several minutes. Dressed nicely if not excessively, in shades or black and burgundy. If he had only his prison garb at his disposal, his complaining would have been a lot louder. His hands are empty of his cane, otherwise he'd use that to knock against iron door - instead, his knuckles rap smartly against it and he steps back, hands folded behind him.
'The Marquis de Sade' being a common mantra in his thought process, and only starts again now that he's knocked. ]