Lucius gives the man an icy glare, then glances around the table. "You heard the man, what will you have? I've decided on the steak...we'll save new attempts for another time," he says towards Severus.
He downs his brandy, and considers the glass for a moment.
"Also, I'd like a glass of your finest scotch. In fact, bring the bottle." he glances at Rodolphus, "and a second glass."