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He sliiiiides his phone out of his pocket when Fang gets a book out after dinner.
Sweetheart that Fang is, he'll always drop everything to model for Lucius, but Lucius doesn't actually want to interrupt his reading—just wants to fully appreciate the sight he makes reclining in the armchair, delicate wire-rimmed spectacles perched on his nose, one hand propping up the book on his belly and the other absently playing with his beard.
Just a few reference photos for now, and he'll wait until Fang's finished a chapter or two before seeing if he wants to re-create the pose wearing nothing but the reading glasses.