"Lucien,” Elain said at last, and he clenched his teacup to keep from shuddering at the sound of his name on her mouth.
You can't tell me he is not down bad for his mate, because the proof is right there. Canon.
Oh, to be Elain Archeron and make Lucien Vanserra shudder by just uttering his name.
And I can see this happening in their book—
Lucien: * snarks *
Elain, sternly: Lucien. (about to snark back)
Lucien, flustered: * trips and nearly falls *










