Damien smiled. "Now that's much better. You serve by worshiping me, and in the name of my father. You do have business contacts, yes? Influential, wealthy members of wizard society, along with political folk in the MoM. I'd like to be in contact with them. And inform your.. err, other Lord.. that I sought an alliance with him. The signal I sent up was an invitation, not an attack."
Damien looked at E. "Don't worry, he can still serve a purpose." He gave her a look that told her that he had a master plan at work. Of course Voldemort might just kill the man, or he will accept the proposal. Damien wins either way, he thinks to himself. Then he looked at Lucius. "Serve me well, and reap rewards." To prove it, he touched his wrist and restored his destroyed hand. "But ever attack me again, or her.. and you lose more than just a hand. You lose everything."
Just then there was movement on the street as a figure moved behind a tree. A voice spoke out, "Please, don't hurt my father!" It seemed to be Draco Malfoy, holding his side in pain, as he slowly limped toward Lucius.
Damien waved for Enigma to just observe, and looked at.. Draco. He felt no soul from the boy. Ahh, good. Good. He could sort of guess now at what Weaver's plan was for the moment. "Well.. fair, I'm not one to kill a man in front of his family. This time, at least. But any more threat and you both die. And maybe Scor too. As it is, he agreed to serve me. Privately, while also serving the Dark Lord. My secret agent in the ranks."
Draco stood still, looked to be unsure but also worried. "Fine. I won't shed one tear if your betters find a way to end you, but we may have an accord for now." He looked to Lucius. "Father? Can we leave now, we should leave away from here."