"I think he should prove useful, at least." Lucius had hoped she would, too - it was nice not to be disappointed. His posture relaxed a little, and he pulled her in closer. "We can pester Severus for news, if nothing else. - That boy doesn't write you frequently enough, you know. You ought to set him straight. His own mother, and all. I'd have been given quite an earful, indeed." Lucius didn't mind being utterly transparent, on occasion. He wasn't going to write and ask how his son was faring, but luckily he had a partner he could turn to for that sort of delicate work. He kissed her temple, brushing her hair away form her face. "It's shameful, really."