[As usual the Count can't be bothered to care about someone being uncomfortable in his presence, especially not when there's alcohol to be drank and conversation to be had. And especially not when he's actually interested in the answers to these questions as opposed to other idle gossip he might normally partake in.]

Well the fact that you actually thought death could beat me was your first mistake, Jules. [He laughs just as two large tankards are slid their direction from the bartender. What's inside is... Questionable and even smells like it must burn going down, but Lucio catches his own in his real hand and barely bothers to check before taking a swig. He makes a bit of a face, shaking his head at the strong taste before silver and red eyes fixate back onto Julian and, more specifically, his Submissive mark.]

But you're telling me you really don't remember being here?