She was beautiful, yes, and had been a perfect wife, but that didn't mean she wasn't as unreasonable as any other woman. Lucius felt his lip curl, and reached instinctively for his wand.
"Protect you? I will not listen to such nonsense. You were in Europe, alive and free, while I was wiping up after drunks in a filthy pub." Something brushed at his mind, and he slapped at the side of his head. "What Bellatrix did is not my responsibility, and your son and I did everything we could to ensure that she would never disturb you again! If you cannot be polite - "