It takes one to know one. With regard to arrogance.

Still, it is not an impractical thing she is requesting, Lucius pushing himself up to stand by the time he is approached. He takes her hand in brief and gentle shake. "Lucius Malfoy," is provided, accent about as primly English as they come, each syllable seemingly carefully crafted, but he's had so much practice that it's simply his default. The idea of an alias had drifted lazily by him prior to now, but creativity escapes him too quick to come up with anything that isn't 'John Smith' once put on the spot. It has been a long day. "I assure you, it is mine."

He glances towards the cab, rather glad to see it isn't the metal cages on wheels that Muggles are so terribly fond of. "It was good of you to come," is sort of like 'thank you'.