Marvolo pushes a cup of tea at him, one with a calming lemon and passionflower mixture that’s further dosed with a very mild, nearly tasteless Calming-class draught. The Malfoy heir gulps it down, predictably not wanting to upset Marvolo by refusing, and the draught begins its work. Marvolo raises his eyebrow towards Lucius, whose posture screams with tension as he notices his heir has been drugged. "I can provide some for you as well?"