He could guess as much; as much from the reaction he garners as from what Scorpius has reluctantly told him. Still, it's not any skin off Lucius' nose, and he shrugs a bit.

At least until Dean sets the potions and ingredients in front of him and he picks up the honeywater. "This is wrong," he says, and it's one of those deceptively mild tones that tends to send a shiver down most people's tones. "Fireweed honeywater. This is..." He wrinkles his nose. "Orange blossom. It won't work."