Pete moves to get around past Izzy and to the door which is a good opportunity to snap that belt of his against the retreating man's thigh, still exposed as he struggles with his britches. Pete yelps and gives a scandalized look back before disappearing faster than you'd think a bloke like him could move.

Izzy barely looks away from Lucius as he does it.

And a lashing is a brave thing to do on a ship full of tortured men. Too close to the bullshit that goes on aboard military ships. Things those men do to men like them.

He would know.

He doesn't stop, doesn't break gate, doesn't break eye contact. Just barrels across the room until he's got his gloved fist at the other man's smug throat. His naked hand holds the belt which he presses up against Lucius' adam's apple as though it were a blade. There's contact this time. Lots of it, chest to chest with weight to pin them against the wall.

"I've had enough of you," he says softly. Which should be a much greater indicator of danger than yelling.

"You're just being cute again, yeah? Is that it? Tell me, mummy didn't love you? Did you get the belt too hard as a boy? Are you so desperate for any attention that you you'd fuck that pig against my bed?"