"You find it daunting, perhaps." It seemed to be the prospect of running things that had him worried - if it was worry; Lucius couldn't quite place the expression. "You're not wrong. But I - well." He folded his hands on the table. "Perhaps you had better tell me what things, exactly, are troubling you. I am here to help you." He wanted to ask him what he had expected to happen once he got married - how exactly he thought ancestral homes became ancestral homes - but didn't much care for the thought of a snapping match.