Lucius had stepped into the floo at the school, to step out into the Malfoy Manor's floo entrance, just off of the foyer. He felt invigorated, and flushed, both from the news and the drink. It was a trip well worth it, and he moved to let his cloak drop, knowing it would not even hit the floor before a house-elf would catch it.
He turned to address the house-elf, "The mistress is awake still? And she has eaten?" and he paused for the response, "Well, I haven't. Bring us a tray of cheeses, and pears, and some peaches too I think. A bottle of claret, and fresh bread. And grapes," he said with a sly smirk playing across his features, "Fresh grapes and honey," he said, his imagination beginning to come up with some rather provocative ideas. They may have been married for years, but Lucius was always finding new and inventive things to do with his lovely, lovely wife.
He moved up the stairs quickly, and unbuttoned his robes so that they slipped off him to the floor with a soft swish. He had on a long sleeved white shirt, and he unbuttoned the cuffs so that they fell down, his collar open. The door to their suite swung open with a soft click, and Lucius moved in, to pause in the doorway for a moment, surveying the scene before him.
She was lost in her romantic fancies, and he smirked and approached her, his boots sounding on their wooden floor, only slightly muffled by the thick carpets that covered them.
"Is it good? Have you gotten to the part when the stranger sweeps the helpless maiden into his arms?" he asked with a tease.