There was something about Lucius, his presence, the way he was standing and looking and even moving that made Sebastian feel- not necessarily weak, and it wasn't necessarily a bad feeling. "Well I'm sure you've been deprived of quite a few things of late. You must be enjoying indulging in the more simple pleasures-" He'd spent time in Azkaban, he remembered, he remembered how wonderful the most basic of things could be. Sebastian poured himself another drink, leaning back against the table slightly as he surveyed Lucius. "Good alcohol, a comfy bed-"