"You play lacrosse?" Lucius raised an eyebrow at that, sitting up and pulling the trousers on. He ran his hands through his hair a few times, then went looking for a shirt.
"All right," he agreed, after thinking over his schedule. "I don't think I have anything planned. I'll take you out to dinner someplace you won't hate going. Somewhere with chicken strips on the menu."
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