It was more than Lucius had hoped for to be able to spend an evening with his family, when the proverbial sword always seemed to dangle so precariously overhead. He wasn't often especially glad to be away from home, but the public setting afforded some protection they couldn't have expected at the Manor (from unwelcome visitors and topics of conversation alike). The surroundings left quite a lot to be desired, but it did him rather a lot of good to see Narcissa actually excited about something, and to be able to turn his attention to trivial things - and he was even doing an excellent job, he thought, of pretending that he had never been inside Madam Puddifoot's before.
"All in all - very well done, my boy," he said, wrapping up some brief observations on the day's match. "Goyle has a vicious arm on him. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised."