Lucius wore a smirk on his face as he approached the manor. His meeting with Montague had gone well last time, and he'd gathered plenty of information on what had happened in his life through his father.
Like the boy he was raising. It would be interesting to see if fatherhood had changed the man.
As he knocked on the manor door however, his smirk was replaced with his usual look of disinterest as the elf opened and let him in. He did not look at the creature, simply dropped his cloak and expected it to be picked up before it hit the ground.
'Master Montague is expecting me,' he said simply, his voice cold and haughty. He did not need to waste pleasantries on a creature after all. He'd reserve those for Montague and his family.