Upon hearing Draco's voice, Lucius began dusting himself down (why did he have to kneel on that dusty floor?), he was just straightening his shirt as his son reached the top of the stairs. He began to glance upwards, starting with Draco's shoes and slowly lifting his gaze to his son's face. His stomach lurched. He quickly turned away, attempting to hide his sudden emotion. It was an impulse, something he should have predicted. Something completely out of character. Though, then again, he was far from his comfort zone here. He placed a hand on his desk to ground himself, now completely turned away from his visitor. Was it a profound wave of pride, or just pure shock at seeing a six-foot-something eight-year-old? He pretended to be distracted by the tea. At least, it would give him time to gather himself, though he knew he wasn't fooling anyone. Lucius cursed himself under his breath for allowing his impulses to get the better of him, even for a moment. He offered few words. "Draco, I...yes...the tea. I was tidying the desk...I must have knocked it over. Careless of me." Lucius finally turned around, managing a slight smile as he resumed his position behind his desk "Please, take a seat." he ushered softly, gesturing to the squashy maroon chair that was now opposite his own. He took his own seat, daring himself to look up again and offer out a hand for Draco to shake. Merlin, you're not interviewing him for a job, he chastised himself, quickly taking away his hand and using it to shuffle papers instead. "It's...good to see you."