Lucien rests his head against his curled fingers, elbow propped against the back of his seat. He thinks that particular qualification is flimsy at best, but that's fine. A lack of the proper credentials has never held him back and he doesn't intend that it should now.

"I don't know why you think any of that would tantalize me," he says blithely. "Monsters, ghosts, curses? You don't make it through my profession without a fair share of all of that. Kind of you to offer, though. Perhaps if I need a bedtime story."

He tips his head a bit, still curious.

"Let me guess, you're from a place where none of those pop up all that often?"