[The hug? The hug is unexpected. Ramuda's energy hits him like a sudden burst of color, loud and bright enough to startle. Still, Lobelia doesn't resist the embrace— he even laughs, light and breathy, the kind that slips out before he can stop it.]

Mon dieu... Such enthusiasm! I daresay I had forgotten what it feels like to be welcomed so warmly.

[He straightens his coat with a flick of his fingers once Ramuda lets go, that same teasing glint returning to his eyes.]

Then I suppose I have no excuse, have I? If you're prepared, I'll lead the way.