Lucius waits until everything is in order before picking up the first vial, somewhat less careful in his handling. Another, and another, but he isn't going through them all; with anyone else, he might be more inclined to inspect for quality and truthiness, but in this one small thing, he can trust Severus.

He turns one of the vials around in his hand, casting a bland look back at Severus. "Trust you, of course, to act the victim upon my simply pointing out the truth of things," he says, each syllable prim and tidy. Their little fluster on the network that led to this meeting was not so long ago, fresh still in mind.