Lucius had only one nagging concern as he approached the restaurant, precisely on time. He expected most of the transition wouldn't take much sorting out - the finer details of wedding planning he did not intended to oversee (perhaps some minor meddling), and, as long as he had anything to say about it, passing over the properties and bank accounts and trusts would be a rather long-term sort of thing. It was only moving house that gave him any pause, and even that he wouldn't have been concerned with at all if he hadn't discovered that Narcissa was so set against it. Whether she would say so or not.
Still, that was the way things were done, and fretting over it would be of no use to anyone. He entered, spotted Draco, and went over to the table, squeezing his shoulder briefly on the way around to his own chair. "Draco," he said, taking his seat and waving over another glass. "It's good to see you - my congratulations, again. And your mother sends her love, of course."
... He really did seem young for it. No use dwelling on that, however.