Lucius wouldn't want a circular, not sent to his rented room, not with anything like his actual name attached...but then he gets that second offer and it has his brows creeping up. His polite smile doesn't shift but he is silent a moment as he considers the fellow across from him. He's hesitant, of course, it could just be a fluke...but it doesn't seem that way. He leans his hip on the table as he hoists his bolt. It's not that heavy but it's awkward enough to excuse the casual change in stance.

"Do you?" Lucius asks and nods as he pulls a thoughtful, amused face. "I can't disagree, I've always been the lavender sort."

He drums his fingers on the tabletop, the empty space where his new bolt of fabric once rested, and looks down.

"Do you have a pen? Paper? For the circular, of course?"