[And it's true enough, Julian hadn't noticed any particular idiosyncrasies in the man on first approach, and his strong desire for stronger alcohol along with his proclivity for storytelling may have gone some small way towards wearing the edges off his observational abilities, but he sees it now as the stranger manoeuvres himself into the light. Julian allows his eyepatch to fall back into place and regards the other man with interest-- that's...certainly nothing he's seen before, but considering the fellow had been so polite about his gory eye, he smoothly prevents himself from gaping or being too nosy.]

Well, it looks like you're quite the interesting sort, yourself.

[He says it as he holds out his glass, grateful for the top-up]

And Count Lucio certainly conformed to type-- brutish, cruel, spoiled, petty...all the very best traits one can expect to find imbued in the rich and powerful.

[And he laughs, looking pleased because here he is with a drink in his hand having a perfectly decent conversation with someone who's arbitrarily been put in a position of power over him. So far this place isn't seeming quite so dastardly as he initially suspected it might be.]

Oh, yes of course. Doctor Julian Devorak, at your service. [And he cuts a sweeping, dramatic bow, almost spilling his drink.] And yourself? It really was rather rude of me not to inquire before, when you've so generously provided the drinks.