Wrongness is mutual, now evaluating the other man with a hint of visible dismay at age and. No, Lucius can't intuit much more than that, about anything that might make Severus further away than mere timelines, with only the barest grasp on the concept of how wildly things change, but it hardly matters. It's black and white. Either you are or you are not. It's amazing how things usually work out that way in Lucius' world, and when it comes to these instances--

Severus is not.

But.

"Did I inconvenience you?" is bland drawl, settling safe on customary sarcasm once he snaps himself out of silence. "You've not any quarrel with Hellsing, they don't even know you..."

Pause.

"Ah."