Rodolphus pricks up his ears at this. But there's really no point in asking about his and Bella's account. It will have been confiscated long since. "Four? Well that's far more manageable, since I gather you have no house elf here. Dare I hope the peacocks remained at the Manor?"
"How like a cat you are Lucius," Rodolphus laughs. "Always landing on your feet."
"Consider the source," he murmurs at Severus. "I've never quite mastered the social graces."
"Well that is good news isn't it?" He isn't quite sure about all the ins and outs and whys and wherefores of this place. "Progress made and all that?" He leans forward. "Do you plan on sending more soon?"