Less than a minute after the last text sent her way, Malfoy elder approaches with a flick of a glance to see if he must also deal with other people. That this isn't immediately the case does relax him, if not especially visibly - it may take exactly half of whatever Narcissa is drinking before that happens.

Wordlessly, Lucius sits down next to her, resting needless cane against the arm of the sofa and taking up wine glass. Her choice only paid attention to by the time he is actually drinking from it.

No complaints from him.