Lucius, it seemed, had no such problems determining how to act. As soon as she was close enough he reached out one elegantly gloved hand to brush the hair back from her face. His expression was unguarded, clear admiration in his gaze, his body angling naturally towards her as a clear demonstration of his possession of her person. "Ready?" he asked, pitching his voice low but loud enough she knew the wizard and witch at the closest table who were eavesdropping could hear.