Hermione eased the blade over his skin and watched the line of red blossom up. She turned to watch his eyes and his expression caught her off guard. His eyes were half closed, his mouth hanging open just a bit, and when he met her gaze there was arousal in the grey depths of his eyes. She twisted her wrist, deepening the cut as she drug it further down his thigh, holding his stare, and out of the corner of her eye she watched as he hardened and his breath quickened. "Well now." Hermione whispered, and he shuddered. "This is a surprise, Lucius. I know I get off on this, and I assume you probably would enjoy it from my vantage point as well, but from yours? You are a delightful." She smiled and pressed her hand into the fresh wound. The potion holding him still had loosened just enough to allow him to arch slightly against the table making her laugh.