It isn't as though there aren't the dusty artifacts of prior pride and affectation, from the rings of his fingers and the cane carried around and the crisp enunciation in which each word is produced. Probably these facets have been ever amplified over time, even, honed to an edge, only to be blunted again. The wand hidden inside his cane is not the one that the younger Lucius wields. "How very irresponsible of you."

He glances back at Lucius, briefly holding that look, only it's less-- conversational and more observation.

"Strange, how far that woman will follow, whether by her own design or not."