It was an easy assumption, one Lex cultivated or not as needed; in this case not. "Nothing, I hope," he demurred, although if we wanted to be honest we would have to admit Leliana probably had a stack of as much thick as her arm. "It needs doing, I can do it. Paying my dues, you could say."

Before they would let him get his sticky fingers all over the Undercroft and therefore fade-touched materials.

Lucarius maybe hadn't meant for his beginning and ending statements to follow one another, but in Lex's mind they met with a head-splitting clang; as much as he liked to think he'd taken what he needed from any ancestors, most especially his father, and left the rest behind, there was no denying his razor sharp intelligence was why Lex could speak both Anders and Common, as a for instance, less than a year after he could talk. And his name had been known in its own right before Lex took the reins of the house and yanked it ungently into the present.

Still. "You've got me at double disadvantage now. I don't know if you know my name or my father's, and yours could still be anything." After a second he added, genuine friendly advice: "Word to the wise, I'd take care who you share that kind of sentiment with." The whole uh. Breeding. People thing. "Someone's likely to put you in the stocks."

Not Lex, but someone. He raised an eyebrow with something like shared amusement. "Or at least try. I don't imagine it'd be easy."