[ A look that is somehow both very flat and pointed is what the Marquis gets for endearment, but it would be conversationally awkward and petty to protest it with words, so Lucius. Listens. There is a hint of interest at the concept of working with paper and text, at least, over anything else, but his reserve is a thing of steely resolve. ]
Spam
How delightful.
I shall look into it. [ Slowly. ]