And Jon's dislike and distrust of this man grew three sizes that day. He bristles where he's sitting when the other man questions him. All those eyes. That smug and knowing look. The fact that Lucien doesn't seem bothered by the idea that he's going to be fetishized.

"What are you, really?" There's power behind that question, the sort that claws at the mind and demands truth. For a moment, the Archivist's eyes are covered in a sickly green sheen as he turns them sharply on Lucien.