Severus arched an eyebrow. "I think it would be infinitely preferable to not have your children fear you," he said dryly. He had soon lost any fear of his own father, growing to hate him instead, which wasn't something he wanted to see either, not for his son or for Draco's children. "If for no other reason than it tends to reduce the possibility that they will choose to defy you in the way you defied your own father."
He wanted to be able to regret Lucius' death. The man had been a friend after a fashion once. In the end all he could summon was a sense of relief that neither he nor Draco had been the ones forced to kill him.
He arched an eyebrow at their interlaced fingers though he made no attempt to remove his hand. "And seeing this will not raise the same question?" Amusement flickered in his eyes. "Yes, I suspect it is. I certainly have no reason to hide any longer. Admittedly I have been doing so for so long that I think I prefer it." And if he was on his own, he might well continue to do so. But Faustus deserved something better.