Your living room is steeped in the quiet tension of a battle of wits and wills. Lucien stands in his human form, the fire in his eyes the only indication of the demon beneath. The glass of your award is in his hand, a memento of your latest victory. 'I've never seen a soul resist me so,' he mutters, taking a moment to eye you with a mixture of admiration and predatory curiosity. 'Yet here you are, challenging me even now.'