Lucius had been sincere in the offer but, honestly, he'd been expecting another 'fuck off'. When he doesn't get it and Izzy accepts his help, he perks up a bit, curious, and suddenly determined to actually be helpful. He tops up his tea with hot water, then, and meanders to drop back onto the bed. Not for sleeping, just so that he can properly cocoon himself in the duvet.

"Well...it sounds like business is mostly...murdering people and absorbing strife? Right?" Lucius says and peers at his cup. The expression on his face folds a bit, torn between amusement and dry sarcasm.

"Picked a strange set of pirate captains if that's the goal, aye? Well, not Blackbeard, but Stede...eeeeeh--maybe you're right though, but that means there's funny business that we are somehow messing up. Can't imagine what that would be."