Terrence was already in the lift when it opened, and he recognized the man who was waiting for it immediately. He would have known Rodolphus Lestrange anywhere, but T had taken particular notice of him ever since the debutante ball. He was still unsure as to whether Rodolphus had been at the Quidditch game that Bellatrix had attended, or what the man's opinion of him was in general.
It seemed highly unlikely that he would go unrecognized, though. He offered a jovial smile and shifted to make room for him, though he was standing close to the entrance in anticipation of stepping off when he reached the level he wanted. "Afternoon," he said amiably, unable to resist. Perhaps he was poking a sleeping dragon with a stick, but he couldn't know that until he actually did it.