"I knew a person covered in dragon scale tattoos," he shoots back, amused in the face of the Archivist's glowering. "With enough dedication, one might endure anything for aesthetic."

Lucien is debating his next steps here. He is deeply intrigued by this man, he wants to understand what it is the Archivist just tried to do to him, wants to know where it comes from, wants to know more about the man wielding that power (even if he is a sulky thing).

It may require making an offering of his own. Lucien shifts his position, running the fingers on his left hand over the palm of the right - revealing the red eye that is there, as well. One on each side of his right hand, one on his neck. That's three that are visible.

Hm.

"I found a book," he says, almost absently. "And I looked at it. It looked back."