Predictability was a luxury he rarely afforded anyone, least of all the celestial entity currently holding his undivided attention. Lucien didn’t blink at the sudden exposure, keeping his posture perfectly fluid as he leaned his weight back with a dry, humorless smirk. ( Hearing that voice deliver such a casual inventory of his security measures sent a familiar sort of amusement straight through his system, a sharp contrast to the ancient dreams that had haunted his centuries of freezing isolation in that cave. It was a proper laugh, really, a divine creator still insisting on playing the role of a hyper-vigilant security guard every single time they crossed paths instead of offering a standard fatherly greeting. ) Most individuals would have panicked after having their hidden assets catalogued so effortlessly, completely oblivious to the fact that an assassin’s best weapon was never the one someone managed to spot first. He wasn’t about to let the underlying vulnerability show, preferring to lean into a familiar, sarcastic charm to keep the sheer gravity of the encounter from throwing him completely off-balance.