Lucius lay trembling on the floor. Only with Narcissa's help was he able to reclaim his chair. The sharp scent of urine filled the room when the man finally managed to relax despite his tremors. Silkily, the Dark Lord approached his "most loyal" follower, mock-lovingly caressing his head. "Be grateful for my indulgence of your wife. There are wizards with half your blood, who have suffered the torture curse twice as long without embarrassing themselves. You would do good to remember that this wizard," he gestured towards Harry who still sat observing, "claims a throne by my side. If not, the next time your humiliation will not be so private. Have I made myself clear?"