Severus isn't this time, either, but he gets himself a glass bottle of some coffee concoction (too sugarless to be trendy, but chilled anyway) while Lucius' drink pours itself at his instruction.

He has, at least, come a ways from cramped underground bunkers.

"Of course," he says, handing the older man his glass before sitting down opposite him. Cadie flops contentedly on the floor between them, pleased to have human company. Severus waits, because that can't be the only reason why he's here. Unless Lucius is spontaneously lonely, which... well. Severus would be surprised, is all.