"Agreed. A fair fight it is," Lucius says and takes Izzy's hand. Or, well, he tries but he swings wide for the dramatic effect, misses, and has to try again. He get it on the second pass, mostly, catches him by the elbow and has to ladder it back, but the meaning is the same.

"Right, that's settled now--what...what were we doing before that?" Lucius asks and stares. Drinking, yes, but--fuck was he doing laundry?

"Was I doing laundry? Hell, I should. I should check that."