Lucius couldn't help the frown from reaching his face. He loathed the man, wanted him dead sooner rather than later, and definitely did not want Narcissa around him at all.
Still, he trusted his wife. 'If you feel it would help, then surely you don't need my permission,' he said. 'You could of course try to slip him some poison while you're talking to him, it would solve all problems,' he added dryly, only half joking.