Izzy’s brows pin high for a moment. Lucius is nothing if not animated.

And maybe he has a point.

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

But what’s more did that mean this guy was really just in here having a cup of tea with him? At five in the morning? To be friendly? With him??

Tea he had brought off his own back, with a book no less, to.. to what. Soften the curse of that shirt?

Izzy has to bend a little with the revelation. And yes, his assumption was rude. Paranoid. Maybe a little dramatic.

Not ideal.

“Was a bit, yeah.”

Another sip. He hears the outrage but stays passive and looks at the tea maker thing where he spies the two little cookies wrapped in plastic (what even is that) in and amongst the foreign tubes of what are apparently coffee.

Izzy snags one of them between his fingers, inspects it, and offers it to Lucius.

“Call it an.. early morning lapse of judgment?”