"First off, I'm offended by the implication.' Lucas huffs, haughty as I've ever seen him.
"I made no implication." Our loud, at least.
His brief glare in response feels more petulant than powerful. Or even offended, really. He's simply not good at that kind of look, it seems.
Or, perhaps, that's a bridge too far for the tired merchant.
Regardless, he rubs his fingers through his hair. "I could be much richer and more posh if I were the type to go and do illicit and uncouth forms of merchandise."
"Mmh. Assuming you weren't caught?"
"I am perfectly able to sneak around. It simply isn't becoming of a merchant to be stealthy or overly sly."
"You sure about that lady part? Or are you just existing your own lack of cleverness?" Valentine scoffs from where he sits.
Lucas died a much better attempt at an offended glare this time than before. "Don't confuse cleverness for deceitfulness. Though I can see why someone like you wouldn't be able to tell the difference."
