There's no point in being startled or anything. Lucius barely even looks up. Footsteps out in the hallway were heard well before, in any event, met only with a small amount of dismay that they would be obliged to engage in conversation now, for all that Lucius does not rush into it. He finishes reading the sentence he is on, before glancing up.

"No, nothing in particular."

He reaches to collect his cane back in hand, never quite feeling safe to have it not be when someone else is in the room. Even if it's himself. The pages of what he's reading flip loosely in gesture. "Did you have any recommendations?"