Lucius's mouth twitched slightly, as though fighting off a reflex. "You'd do better to go inside," he said, after a long, rather empty stretch of regarding him almost wearily. "They're a bit like wild animals - make yourself look big, and most of them will let you be." And they can smell blood, he didn't add. There was no sense in scaring him more than he already must have been. He doubted if any of them would actually hurt Draco, without direct orders - they hadn't come after him, after all, and he'd had a longer time to work up a set of grudges. If the Dark Lord had had pressing a reason to want either of them dead, he reassured himself, he'd have taken care of it some time ago. As long as he didn't change his mind ...
He glanced down in time to stomp on a sneaking vine, which retreated in a rush. "- You won't have to cope with them much longer, anyhow." He was a little jealous.