Joining Severus was more or less a spontaneous decision. Lucius had initially ignored the message and weighed up his ego against his curiousity and set about his day, until the suggested time closed in and he finds himself Apparating near the given address. He is dressed for his errands, rather than a social call; nothing remarkably ostentatious in a woolen coat and clothing in matching tones of charcoal, with exception to ever present cane and the glimmer of silver of rings on his fingers. He isn't sure at what point he decided he'd feel silly in the old satin-lined robes, fur coats, brocade waistcoats, but he's rather certain it came before Baedal, in any case.

Inside the pub and moving to avoid the obstacles of others as opposed to sweeping in and creating his own path, Lucius gravitates towards where Severus has installed himself. He'd mentioned a drink before, but that was before, and these days, when Lucius gets a time and a place, it can mean anything from a pint of lager through to discussing murder.

That both hold equal intrigue should probably be concerning, but he's long since labeled himself a lost cause.