Lucius couldn't quite suppress the beginning of a smirk - but with Argus, he didn't really bother to hide it. He didn't know that he'd ever seen the man drink before, but enthusiasm was the only way to go about it, really. "You've been open for quite some time," he drawled, swirling his wine in his glass and taking a measured sip. "I'd have thought you'd have found someone who could mix to your satisfaction, by now. But good help is hard to come by."
The smile stiffened when his son was mentioned, but he looked almost natural again after a moment. "He is," he said, setting his glass down again. "With an excellent record, even without the NEWTs he'll have pulled out in a couple of weeks. We're terribly proud. I keep meaning to think of something to give him, but I'm afraid after eighteen years the well's run rather dry of gift ideas. - I wonder what etiquette requires for our new brothers. Two congratulations in the space of a month seems rather excessive."