Cyril looked over at Lucius' back as he spoke, but he said nothing, physically biting his tongue until he hurt. Lucius was gone before he could blurt out anything more. And he knew he shouldn't even consider believing those words. He knew Lucius Malfoy couldn't be trusted. He knew this thing between them was unhealthy and dangerous and could even get him killed. But deep inside him, Cyril felt the treacherous stab of hope in his heart.