"Unsuccessfully." Something she doesn't intend to let him forget if it ever comes up again, somehow; Narcissa raises her teacup to her lips without so much as turning a hair. "He's come from- much later, I suppose a bit more than a decade more than Lucius and I've been through, and he's a bit of a wreck. I suppose he's been lost, and he didn't recognize me in the dark- I scarcely realized it was him, either, 'til I had him on the ground."