It was hardly his choice. Mostly swept up in the white water current that is Narcissa Malfoy taking the lead. And that isn't something he'd say out loud to her, let alone Potter.

So.

Lucius glances down dogwards, but. He doesn't mind dogs. Rapturously obedient animals are quite good to have around, he's always thought -- if Muggles were the same way, there would be a lot less trouble for them all. "It isn't quite so simple," he states, voice rough, although mostly from his drink of choice. "Likely one of many differences, don't you agree?"