That almost has the elder of the two Lucii laugh -- it's a dry sound at the back of his throat, suppressed readily thanks to years of practicing general suppression. Kindled first at the predictable actions of Bellatrix-- and look how she winds up-- and then allowed to spark at this proclamation that is just so ridiculous. The curve of his mouth is small and mean, and his eyes are hard.

"Oh, but you are. But don't worry, it's far down the list of other things people will identify you as."

He also has good practice at feeling superior, and though it's been a rare commodity lately, Lucius is self-assured in being so over his younger self, his voice chill and room for concession very slight. He starts away from the table, done with his half-filled cup of tea.