"Oh yeah, best way to start the morning," Lucius professes, earnestly and with the vehemence only a shitload of tequila can really provide. "Also probably end the day. All in all very good."

He hums as he thinks and then continues.

"Was gonna do aloe towels--you know they have a sauna too? It's absolutely absurd the things on this boat. Tomorrow I'll come knocking early and show you the hot tubs. They're well abandoned around dawn so you can luxuriate as you like."

Nothing in his offer says he'll be joining Izzy. Lucius is forward and alcohol doesn't make him more cautious, but he's not an idiot. They're tentatively friendly, or have been for the last few days. He's not about to assume he's welcome to just faff about in a hot tub with a man who can skin him before he can shout.

"Got a little bar next to them and everything. Don't order the Sharky. I made it up, the ghosts learned it, it tastes like death and lamp black."