"Mm, well, a table was involved, no?" Lucius says as he oh so casually loops an arm around Bella's neck. His knuckles skim gently against her throat as he gives her an intimate smile. That's before he remembers they aren't alone, and their Muggle companion is looking oddly...transfixed. Mm, probably nothing to worry about. "We do lack both responsibility and maturity at this point of the evening," he says lightly as they turn into an aisle full of glass bottles, and he looks blearily at a display of clear alcohol. Beefeater's gin. No.

He's reached the same conclusion as Bellatrix, of course. He'd mostly reached it earlier, because it would be patently unwise to amble into Lestrange Manor at this hour. Bella's barely standing at this point as is, and Rodolphus has the place booby-trapped to all get out. He might know them as well as the back of his hand, but he's also not entirely sure he's going to recognize the back of his hand if they drink more. So Malfoy Manor it is. But somewhere else first, he thinks, turning to look at Draco again. Some things you don't bring home.