"You don't truly wish to be expendable," Lucius adds, given the reluctance in the room. "So don't be shy."

Immediately, and possibly not necessarily in true response to the wizards' words, the man being in a continued state of being strangled hoarsely grunts out what might be a curse, or indeed an answer. It is hard to make out. Regardless, Lucius spares the heavy lifting by directing the ropes to do it for them; muffled words are abruptly cut off, and the terrorist is dragged across the floor, following the path Lucius' wand makes towards the centre of the room, neatly flipped upon his back.

(And Lucius had noted Severus' particular brand of magic use, and filed it away silently for another time to question as he does with most peculiarities.)

There is satisfaction in treating them like this. Lucius can't say he never found his history rewarding at times.