"It was indeed," he confirmed while facing Alecto. With a quick flick of his wand, he'd aimed a vanishing spell toward Amycus, hitting his fag and the stray ashes, and making them all disappear. Cold eyes turned sharply to him as he quickly warned:
"I don't need my belongings soaking up that stench, so if you please." Lucius pointedly watched Alecto again, setting his wand down with a hand still on it.
"We targeted Sirius Black for a... delicate task, and I did what I needed to get it done. Now our Master has his eye on you, among other hopefuls. Do you feel that you can devote yourself entirely to a cause, one which would see purebloods reign above all, whilst steadily setting aside the muggle scourge?" He'd spoken so casually, so easily, that it he could likely drawl out those hateful words in his sleep.