"Well, we know you'll show them what for when the time comes." Lucius smiled. "Only keep it up, and they won't stand a chance. - How is your father, anyhow? I haven't spoken to him recently." As nice as it would have been to step aside and have a long chat about Quidditch - which until recently had been the last blessed refuge from politics - he felt doing so with the son of a colleague would be imprudent. Lucius was never all business, but when faced with someone who might well be taking news of him back to one of his colleagues ... he liked to keep things formal. "Do you see him very often? Practice, as you said - I'm sure there's little enough time." And the man was a Death Eater, and Lucius was curious, in spite of himself, as to how that sat with Flint the younger.