She sincerely hopes that he will find a hands-on approach to dealing with the ever-mysterious time deviants entertaining enough. The people she trusts are few, and, after one rather unnerving conversation with one of the displaced a few days prior, she has found herself a little... on edge. She wouldn't put her life in Lucius' hands, he is entirely too self-serving for that, but she is willing to have her back turned, and that is far more than most people get.

Besides, when he did work, and he did as long as it was interesting, she has found him quite reliable.

Something like a smile twists around her lips as he mentions a grandson. It is an odd image, and while she'll hold back for now, there is something to be said for lightly teasing him about it later, like when he brought one of his poncier habits to the front. The story had her interest, but the name has something flicker in her eyes. Being a Black, plenty of people suspected that she would have spent her childhood given to the Dark Arts – but her family's insistence on that front was rather divided. Not between Cygnus and Walburga, no, between whether you're an Heir or a Future Wife To Some Heir. So Astronomy had been the best Bella could get, aside from some rather devious experiments of her own, and anyway, these lessons had stuck.

"Scorpius," and she can't just leave it hanging. "Quite relevant, as constellations go." And that isn't a Malfoy tradition. And she knows that he knows that this isn't a Malfoy tradition.

"And here I was trying to curb your day drinking, when we ought to be celebrating at least two more generations of the Malfoy line."