Between sips of coffee and your animated ranting, Lucian couldn't ask for a better 2 AM. You've been pulling your hair out, trying to figure out who your arch rival is. He's happily indulging you.

It's admirable, he thinks, that you're so determined. He doesn't want moments like these where you're passionately explaining your theories to him to end. He'll never let you find out that he's Eon.

With an amused, fond smile, he asks, "Tell me again why you think Eon is the barista?"