What sort of like he was doing now? He thought, but did not voice or show such a thing on his face. He liked Lucius Malfoy, quite a bit; though lately he felt on edge around him, fearful that he would do or say the wrong thing, that he was juggling to many balls and if he even dropped one everything would be over. He didn't like the feeling.
He wasn't sure if the words were a jab at him, or at Theo, and decided, for the moment, not to worry on it- at least not right now. If he did, he'd focus to much energy on it and not what was coming out of his mouth as he spoke...
"Of course," Montague nodded instead, "I'm anxious to get to work myself," he said with a small smile, "it'll be beneficial to our cause. The sooner the better."