"Perhaps" Lucius agreed absently, a smirk beginning to form as he walked towards the door to his personal quarters, throwing over his shoulder "touch anything and you will understand the true meaning of the word 'pain'", before muttering a complex set of charms, a password, and once again pressing his hand against the door to verify his identity. Paranoid? Lucius? Not much...
Having retrieved the prefect schedule from his desk, Lucius returned to the common room, and settled himself gracefully in an armchair as he began to study the rounds.
As his eyes lit on Saturday's list, his smirk widened, and he looked up to meet James's gaze. "I believe, Mr Potter, I can accomodate your wishes. For a price."