Lucrezia may be close to a religious relic herself, but that says nothing of how devout she may be. None at all, perhaps. She moves to stand from the couch and watch the maid work at setting up the fire, glancing at Joshua before.

"I prefer telling you stories less sordid," she smirks, though she would wink if she knows what it means. Then, to Spike, "I should like to flip the coin."