"Thank you, Madame," Lucius said softly. "I do believe I work in a reputable fashion." Another lie, but he was good at hiding it. He made a mental note that the woman was extremely compassionate and silently wondered just how far she would go to comfort him if he were to become upset.
"I am twenty-eight and I was born in London," Lucius admitted, finding it strange that the woman was so interested in knowing about him. "And to be fair, where were you born, Madame?" He knew better than to ask a woman her age.