Lucius has a long career of believing these kinds of possibilities when women get these stone wall tones of voices, and it's probably why challenge flickers awake in a gaze that was otherwise dull in aloof weariness as he glances up at her. Moving slowly, because getting dizzy at a time like this would be awful, Lucius stands, wary of the tug-feel of the stitches in his arm.

It's also unexpected, either due to the quiet persona put across the network or otherwise, or the assumption that Muggles simply should do as they're told. There are some habits that die hard, and at least, by now, he knows that.

"What I had in mind, Dr. Bernát, was doctoring. I was simply attempting to be courteous."