"Be patient, Bellatrix. It's uncomely for a woman to be so hurried," Lucius' smooth tones purred from behind her as he walked up behind her, his cane swinging at his side, "Tsk, tsk." He teased gently, but he, too, felt a certain rush over how they had been given such a chance. He was hiding it, but he could have been smiling like a fool at how delighted he was. However, his thin lips were pulled up in the Malfoy smirk that was almost as famous as the Malfoy wealth.

"Beautiful evening, though," He said calmly, finding great pleasure in acting nonchalant.