It still gave pause to his thoughts, to see Draco sitting behind his father's desk.
Lucius allowed the door to close behind him and walked towards Draco, unable to help glancing at the walls. He wondered how much of it had been changed by himself, and what Draco had removed or added since his death. It was a strange thing, to hesitate over discussing his own death. The papers which protected Draco's right to inheritance had only been drawn recently in Lucius' memory, and here was the result of it.
Only when his gaze turned back to Draco, and his thoughts caught on the similarities in their features did he recall his appearance. Of course Draco knew that he'd entered the manor, and wouldn't have known of the entrance of a stranger.
"It's Lucius," he affirmed, taking the seat in front of the desk.