His posture stiffens as if he is about to explain in precisely enunciated terms how that circumstance is very different, but Lucius falls quiet instead. Watching as she sets about her mise en place without necessarily being hypnotised by it; just a little derailed. Perhaps she does have a point.

...no, that can't be it.

"I don't regard it as a matter of privacy--" A vague gesture, glass tipping in his hand.