A reversal of places. Lucius doesn't respond to that in words -- his uncertainty is transparent enough. As many years as Draco has taken to grow into a young man lies between the two versions of his father sharing a table, but even so, Lucius doesn't have the conviction to outright claim he'd close his door to bizarre mirror versions of himself, especially ones that reflect nothing good. He instead takes the easy route and scowls at the frustration evident in his younger self's tone and body language, a warning glance given.

Watch yourself. His hand rests back against the silver head of his cane rested on the table, not because he intends to use it, but it's a focus point of comfort and security.

"How fortunate for you, to have options. Which do I come from?"