Shit. Shit, shit, shit. For one brief, mad moment, he gave serious thought to drawing his wand and killing the man where he stood. It was a ridiculously stupid thought, but it was there, nonetheless and it surely flickered across his expression, before he smoothed it out and gave Lucius the barest hint of a small, polite smile.
"Yes, well rumors of my death were clearly exaggerated then," he said offhandedly, like it hadn't been the Dark Lord who'd circulated that particular rumor, that He hadn't had every reason to think Regulus was in fact, dead.