At Draco's shifting Lucius didn't hesitate to lean back and welcome his son's straddling embrace. His arms are long and secure as they settle around the curve of Draco's lithe frame, both of his broad palms uncurling to smooth over the length of his back in a slow up-and-down petting. "I know that you're not a child, my son, that's not at all what I'm suggesting. You still have much to learn, much strength to gain but you will, and you will soon." As Lucius' hand reached Draco's shoulder he drew it upward, fluttering fingers through the wave of a cowlick that had dropped hair across Draco's eye so that he could push it away and watch him closer. "I will help you as much as I can, I always will, but there are still some things that simply come with time."