Lucius gave his grandson a sharp glare, the type that would have most people weak in the knees, though he doubted it would have any such effect on his grandson. "Don't even joke about it."
"And I am worried he will do it to you," Lucius replied. "You do not want to serve him, and if I haven't shown you that yet, I will. There is plenty of time for that." Because he refused to accept the possibilty that Scorpius was dying.