The closing of the door-- of all things-- has his smirk dimming some, wolfishly pale eyed glance lancing past the other Lucius, but it's schooled away in the next moment, attention back up and perfectly neutral. "Perhaps I was more frank and forward when I was young," he states - demonstrating frank forwardness, contrarily, but nonetheless. "I don't honestly recall. But I also tend to believe you can discover more about a man through your own investigation than through that which he chooses to tell you."

He sets cane against the ground but still sees no reason to get out of office chair, adjusting the turn of it a little to compensate where Lucius stands now.