Lucius snorted. "I know. If Narcissa kills me, you'd better take care of that boy or I'll come back as a ghost and haunt you. No one deserves to be raised by him, not even that poor son of his," he said with a shake of his head.
"He might just be my survival. I can't die until I draft a new will. Hopefully that will give her enough time to calm down and not kill me." He might be Lucius Malfoy, but his wife was a Black and with a spine of steal. No one crossed her and survived. "I'm going to speak with her when I get home and see-" He took a sip of the scotch. "He's my son, Severus. He looks like Draco and he was eager for anything, that's how bad things are. He never asked what happened, why I haven't been around, he just accepted as long as he gets out of his uncle's house. I'm pretty sure Nott will be my concern."