            Lucius smirked, deftly scooped up the fluffy circle sizzling in the pan, and slid it onto an awaiting plate. "Really, pet, your moral compass spins so madly, it’s a wonder you retain any sense of decorum at all." He went back to his cooking, pouring fresh batter into the pan. The mixture hissed as Hermione blushed at his new name for her. "You take offense to my borrowing of this likely expired breakfast," he said with a wave of the spatula, "but not to two wizards defiling you in a stranger’s flat?"