Break, too, has been getting the vague notion that something is not quite right. But if he ignores it, it means he gets to chatter away with Sharon, and given how horrible Trench has been about taunting him with her these past months he can't help but indulge in being a little selfish. A little greedy.

No one present is a shambling corpse. Whatever this place is, it isn't a nightmare. For the moment, that's enough.

This line of thought is on his mind, at least subconsciously, when Lucius approaches. Break greets his comment with a bemused smile. From the perspective granted him here in the dream, Lucius has done very well, thriving in his own cunning and outfitting the household well with his practical inventions. But it's also given him a drive that's a little sad to see in a boy -- no, a young man Lucius's age. It reminds him of Reim and his workaholism, and his old, old soul.

"Working, even today?" he asks, his tone gentle as he takes the shard of teacup and gives it a proper look, running his fingers over the handle. "You don't have to, you know. Nobody expects it of you."

He isn't really expecting much by way of results, here. Lucius has never really been given to frivolity. If his idea of fun is spending the party off in a corner somewhere going about his business, that's that.