Hearing her let the feelings she had on the matter slip, Lucius was starting to get a clearer picture of the disappointment that she must have felt when he opted to attend the ball with Alecto and not herself. He had his agenda to cater to and he had thought of little else; as usual, his needs came before another's, but surely if she knew the magnitude of the situation, she would understand. This was not the first instance in which he wanted to let her in on the truth, but as before, he knew that now was not the right time nor the correct place to do so. If it ever arrived, he would make sure to properly prepare her and give her every opportunity to feel comfortable. He was starting to realise that beyond the game, Narcissa Black meant more to him than a pawn to be used.
Lowering his gaze to the parcel so that he would not reveal an iota of his thoughts, he lifted himself with a deft hop so that he was beside her. Their bodies were facing the opposite direction, yet he twisted his torso slightly toward her to get a full view of her exquisite features. He then reached out for one of her hands and wrapped it lightly in his own, bringing their joined hands atop the parcel.
"My apologies for leading you astray, then, Narcissa. I do hope that you will consider this a token of my regard for you?" His voice was so low and silken that he may as well have been purring. Lucius was entirely too tempted to lean in for a kiss as he gazed at her, trying to gauge her reaction.