It took Lewis a bit of time to calm Lucas down, but when he was finally done, the assassin threw the boy into the bathroom with a bath already drawn and ready.
Lewis crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, waving his hand. “Get on with it. We don’t have all day. The faster you clean yourself, the faster you can get some food and we can figure out what’s going on.”
Lucas timidly stripped down, and got into the water. At first it stung, and the scents were overpowering. He winced as the waters hit his wounds, but after a few moments it started to feel nice. He settled in, and let the warmth soak into his bones. This was, perhaps, the first time he had ever bathed in something so relaxing. He could honestly sleep in here. Now that he was adjusting, the smell wasn’t quite so bad. It was calming.
“Mint,” Lewis said as he reminded the boy he was still here. “And parsley, but that’s a little harder to smell.” The assassin sighed. “Simone grew those.” The boy tensed. “Oh for the love of…” Lewis sighed. “Boy, calm down.”
“Lucas,” he said as he sank down into the bath, blowing nervous bubbles. “My name is Lucas…”
“Okay then, Lucas,” the assassin said, getting a little annoyed. “Please hurry up your bath. I don’t exactly have all day. I have a job to get to this evening, and I’d like to spend at least SOME time with my family before I leave…”
The leviathan sighed, “Fine….” He went about his business, and when he was finished he was given a set of rather loose fitting clothes, and followed Lewis down to the dining hall. The moment he set eyes on Simone, he tensed once more. “Her. And four maids….five total.”
“What…are you going on about?” Lewis asked, glancing over.
“The women. You have five I can count. That’s five to avoid…”
Lewis rolled his eyes. Simone…what….the fuck. He gave her a look. What was he supposed to do in this situation? At least she was out of the way. I’m sorry. Rain check on the family date? He felt bad, but this was an extenuating circumstance. I’ll try to drag it out of him. I’ll take care of Everett if he wakes up before I leave.
It took some coaxing, but Lewis managed to get Lucas to sit at the table. The boy practically inhaled the food he was given, almost choking, scrambling to get a glass of water in before returning to the meal. Finally, Lucas settled in his chair, and burped.
“Manners,” Lewis said as he leaned forward, arms up on the table. “Now, Lucas….let’s have a chat.”
Lucas bolted up in the chair, suddenly worried. “Don’t….don’t eat me?”
“We’re not going to eat you,” Lewis said with a sigh. “We’re an orphanage of sorts…” He cleared his throat. “I’m…assuming those pirates aren’t your family.”
“Fuck no,” Lucas exclaimed.
“Language,” he replied half-assed. “Well…you can stay here if you want. Or we can arrange a ride to Benin.” The assassin was genuine, even if he didn’t seem so.
Lucas looked down. He was struggling to reconcile the fact that all he had ever known was pain and abuse from the pirates. But to suddenly be thrust here? With the crazy bird lady? He would rather the pirates. Yet, something was telling him to stay. “Can….I think about it?” A life here…could be something, but he didn’t have enough information.
Lewis nodded. “Plenty of time. No rush. But…I do need to get going,” he said, standing up. “Just…stay in the house for now. You can give us your answer later.” He walked out of the room rather unceremoniously, leaving Lucas alone.
“So…” He looked to the butler. “….how…..is the weather here?”
“Wonderful, young master,” the butler replied.
Lucas glanced back down. “Well…now what…”