Two Narcissas and two Lucii. This fact sharing doesn't do much to register with this Lucius, blankness behind his eyes and the smallest of headshakes as adrenaline is very slow to wan. Where he's from, Draco is all of 18 and still not talking to him.
"No, I wasn't anticipating making a habit of it."
Being inept or a bandit, thank you. Lucius isn't putting his wand away either or attempting to collect the second half of his cane to do so, his stance defensive and suspicious still defining the subtler nuances of expression for all that he is. Talking to her. Like she really is Narcissa.
He takes a step back from her, glass cracking under heel, and he glances away from her, as if the open road and the trees beyond would hold some sort of answer for him, but he is quick to put her back in his focus. His mouth twists at her assessment of his appearance-- yes, yes, he knows that-- and drags a look up and down her, with this smallish bit of distance allowing him to do so. "And you look lovely.
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"No, I wasn't anticipating making a habit of it."
Being inept or a bandit, thank you. Lucius isn't putting his wand away either or attempting to collect the second half of his cane to do so, his stance defensive and suspicious still defining the subtler nuances of expression for all that he is. Talking to her. Like she really is Narcissa.
He takes a step back from her, glass cracking under heel, and he glances away from her, as if the open road and the trees beyond would hold some sort of answer for him, but he is quick to put her back in his focus. His mouth twists at her assessment of his appearance-- yes, yes, he knows that-- and drags a look up and down her, with this smallish bit of distance allowing him to do so. "And you look lovely.
"How old are you?"