Lucius is moving on muscle memory, utterly and entirely, and it is absolutely wonderful--right up until he gets cracked across the face by a leather-clad hand. His vision swims a moment, more at the sudden whipcrack spin of his head than pain from the blow, and Lucius blinks dumbly.

Cad?

What--and that's about when his drunken mind catches up. Lucius is as shocked by himself as Izzy is and gives the man beneath him a startled, mystified look.

"Oh my god--" he pushes himself up to the full height his arms allow, still looming over Izzt, and gapes. His expression is multilayered but, notably, lacks anything like remorse. "Uh--I...take it back?"