For once, Severus is left dumbfounded: he begins to reply, even opens his mouth to do so, then stops and leans back in his chair with a perplexed expression. It has been a year for him, after all, and it takes him a long moment to remember that the Bermuda to which Lucius is referring is not the Bermuda where Severus spent two weeks.

When he does realize what was meant, his mouth twitches in what might be a smile. Just a private joke: yes, Bermuda put him out of step. Quite so.

"To a small degree." He won't argue that he isn't out of sync with Martha, but. But. "Not an insurmountable problem on the domestic front. I was and am speaking on a broader social scale, of course. 'Bermuda' -" Another facial tic betrays his amusement. "Has little to do with it."