Upon hearing Narcissa's footsteps on the stairway, Lucius stood, straightened his cuffs and fixed a smile.
Showing no signs of hesitation, the eighteen-year-old Narcissa approached his desk immediately. He'd expected as much, though he hadn't expected the 'Mr Malfoy' part; he raised a brow in amusement.
"Narcissa," he bowed his head politely. "A pleasure, as always..."