"Of course, you’re right. You’re always right." His head snaps back, expression hot as he drinks her in. "Salazar, you look edible. Let’s go; you’re famished and it’s my job to make sure my queen is doted on, and if we don’t get out of this office—the only one eating will be  me ." Lucius traverses the space between them without delay and Hermione loops her arm through his, beaming up at him. "Draco, let’s all have dinner soon, yes?" Then in a show of dominance over his son, lowers his head toward Hermione’s, threading his fingers through her curls. "I love your hair all wild and loose like this, it reminds me..." he murmurs, the rest of his words lost against her lips.