Just locked away? Lucius stared at his grandson, did he really know so little of the Dementors and their effects? "When you're in the presence of a Dementor, Scorpius, it's never a question of being locked away. You're stripped of every happy memory you have, of being capable of forming a happy thought, of your magic even. It's far from a matter of being simply locked away," he said. "Unfortunately no memory can't show you what it feels like. Only what it looks like."
He pondered his grandson's statement, about being stronger, then nodded. "I am, but then I had to be. We all had to be. Until now you've never had a reason to show yourself strong. Now that Voldemort is back you'll need to grow stronger, it's that or letting him win, and I won't let the latter happen." The words were spoken with a confidence he'd not felt when around the man, but some parts of history was easily forgotten when flattered.
He was just pondering his next move when Scorpius asked him if he'd go back. His head snapping up he fixed his grandson with a firm stare. "If I would go back that would be the ruin of this family, including yours, so no I would not. Never in a million years would I put you in the same position I once put your father." he said firmly. "Besides, the offer would never be made so it's a moot point. The Dark Lord does not make deals."