Now that Lucius was finally pried off and standing a safe distance away, Cassius straightened his coat and glared down at him with the kind of look that could make a demon flinch.
"If you ever pull a stunt like that again, Lucius." He said slowly. "I swear on everything holy, the next time I pass a circus, I'll sell you to them for the cheapest price they'll offer."
Lucius froze, his face draining of color, and let out a pitiful whimper.
"N-No, Young Master, please! You wouldn't really—"
"Oh, I would." Cassius cut in sharply, his crimson eyes narrowing. "And I'll make sure you're performing next to the juggling monkeys."
The butler let out a small, strangled noise that sounded halfway between a sob and a squeak.
Cassius ignored him completely, turning his back as if the butler no longer existed. He let out a slow sigh, then lifted his gaze toward his family who were still standing patiently in front of him, their eyes full of warmth and affection.
