Lucius looked at him. Worried. "If I could find my bearings after Azkaban, you can find yours after this," he said, filled with confidence. "It's practise, it takes time, but it can be done." And how many years had he pulled back from the face of the public before he was his normal self again? Though he did not like that thought so he pushed it firmly away. He'd needed rest that was all.
"I was thinking, at first, of an attack. Let you see the truth of committing acts like that," he said, making his first move. "However, given this, I think you need to see the other side of serving. When you're disgraced, when all that is left is fear."
"I think I will show you Azkaban, and the day I found out the task the Dark Lord had given your father."