"Oh, I did my level best to watch none of it," Lucius tells him immediately, primed to point that out, if only so he doesn't have to speak too much more on it. It's only after he speaks, after that drink of water-smooth tequila hits his stomach, that he recognizes the delicacy Izzy is employing. He doesn't understand it, of course, but he appreciates it nevertheless.

"Spent a week hiding in corners and the far ends of the ship. Some of the others, the Captains, my roommate, the like, they sat and watched. Not sure how they did it," Lucius continues, carries on with the dedication of a man who would really like to see the other side of this topic.

"Well, Captain didn't do so well with it--Bonnet, that is. Blackbeard seemed alright, if...throwing bar stools and bottles is alright. Fun story, turns out that if you break things? They just...grow back. Like a lizard's tail or a limb on a starfish."

He doesn't want to demonstrate, not really, but he clearly considers taking that skull and just hurling it at the television to see what happens. He doesn't, but the clear and present desire to do actual violence is a strange look on Lucius Spriggs.

"Apparently there was a party after, didn't go to that, but it sounds like it was a really dreadful bloodbath," he adds with a shiver.