Montague almost chuckled quietly, he could only imagine. "Of course. Verity was complaining that her own children would not be of the right age to endearingly join the building clique." Nevermind that they were actually thinking of starting on their own to remedy that exact issue.
He was trying to be careful with what he revealed, while at the same time not not giving Lucius some sort of information. Nodding, instead, he took a sip of his drink, and looked off slightly, gaze no long focused direction on Mr Malfoy. "Yes, I do believe it's been narrowed down to a few places, many in Hogsmeade, or near by. And, I did in fact bring up the Vaisey's, Cassius to be exact- though we haven't had a chance to talk much more on whether to extend him an invitation." Not that Theo had seemed to thrilled when he had in the first place.
The compliments twisted in him, and he could feel the effects of the manipulation- but again, those words- something he'd so desperately ached for from his father... And then, of course, he knew that Theo saw his intelligence, trusted him. Beyond trusted him, after all- he'd made him his son's godfather... But the stigma was hard to lose, especially from many of his old schoolmates.
Giving a slow nod, he looked down at the floor and then back up. "I- of course, could. I do believe I have some trust..."