So far Lucius Spriggs is proving one of the biggest pains in the arse Izzy has ever encountered in his whole bloody life. And he isn't young. He's also met a lot of pains in the arse.

Can't kill him yet, can't get him to listen, what is there left but to grind the fucker into the ground? He's tried, he really has. Some people are just hard to break.

And it sounds like he's being broken judging by the awful fucking noise through the wall.

Izzy does his damnedest to ignore the noise but no amount of cotton jammed in his ears does the job and every time he thinks he might just manage to nod off, a great thump against the wall violently jars him back.

Enough- he growls and gets to his feet, shoving himself into his outer clothes before tearing through the corridor and into the ballroom like a bat out of hell.

It's Lucius. Of course it's fucking Lucius. He had an inkling (and a lot of self hatred at being able to distinguish who a man was based on sex noises) but finding the mess of limbs and sweat in a quite frankly disgusting rat-king of a lump fills him with a rage he can't articulate. He isn't stupid. They're positioned exactly opposite his bunk by design.

"YOU!" he roars, still fastening his belt before thinking better of it and pulling the length of leather back from his trouser loops.

"GET UP, NOW!"