Lucius hasn't done much in the way of look at her, since meeting - once, when she first came along, and he had delivered his name. Since then, his attention has wandered, the discomfort inherent in associating with Muggles dictating at a less than conscious level.

He's made many compromises since arriving.

But he glances at her now, somewhat sharper in study, an eyebrow rising. "You've found employment," he says, aloofly observant. "That was quick."