Now with a glass window and a phone between them, Lucius was still a handsome man, the prettiest bird in a steel cage. His long white blonde hair braided down his back, and the thick scar on his cheek was a nostalgic reminder of the fallout Lucius had had with Nott Sr. right before Lucius" arrest. The lithe frame he had gone to prison with had been replaced by large muscles and elaborate prison tattoos. There was a beautiful woman on his forearm that bore a resemblance to Narcissa. Other tattoos peeked out of the neck of his prison uniform.