Lucius rolled his eyes. "Nonsense, you're not fine, you're cursed and possibly dying and faking for others is all good and well but there is no need to fake it for me or anyone else in the family," he said, sitting down on a chair next to Scorpius' bed.
"Now, I don't have a habit of asking people for the fun of it, so let's guess instead. You're bored, worried and angry - with all right, now why don't we start talking for real. You don't usually hide things from me." He waived away the assurance that he wouldn't leave again with his hand. "Of course you won't, your grandmother would not allow it so that does not have me worried."
He looked at his grandson. "I am, however, worried about your well being. You are most important to me."