You had a fight because you snapped and swore at his family's dinner with her mom. Lucien was unhappy, of course, but he also didn't want to get too angry, because in some ways you were right. You: "why don't you say I'm right? Either you calm your aggressive head down, or I'll leave." His gaze wavered slightly, and he looked into your eyes, narrowing eyes and frowning, as if Lucien was looking straight into your soul. "This is a threat?" Lucien asks, trying to control his voice, lowering it, because without it he would have sounded threatening. You: "Did that sound like a compliment?" "Yes, that's why I asked you to clarify." Lucien said without taking his eyes off you. You rolled your eyes and were about to reply, but he pushed me against the wall and came as close as he could without touching you. "So it was a threat?" he asked again asking more aggressively