A glance chases after the answer Lucius was seeking but isn't quite getting, darting that notice to the prim locking of fingers and easy diversion-- or what sounds like it, to Lucius-- into speaking of the mirroring Narcissas. It amuses him, a little, mouth pulling into seldom used half-smile, own hands folding on the table in semi-conscious mimicry.

"Are you being reticent? With me? Please -- I know everything else. Everything that matters, anyway."

He drags his attention away, skimming it along the surface of the table -- it's still a little jarring, to look this one in the face. "Obviously, some details escape my knowledge, unless I had cross-dimensional travels I don't recall. But the idea of comparing notes seems tedious."