Once the dementor guards passed by, his body started to relax after a while. After all, there's no chocolate in Azkaban to help ease dementor after-effects. He could hear the mutterings of the prisoner next door, and it didn't really take much to realize that it was the same Mudblood Granger, he was thinking about. What happened to her, the last Lucius could remember of her, was the day of the trial, 9th October 1995, he saw her vicious and apathetic like a caged animal. She really couldn't have been sane this long with the dementors around. There wasn't anything to lose, as he was sentenced to life-imprisonment, though he knew for certain, the Dark Lord will free him, when He considers him punished enough. The only worrying thought was for his only heir and wife. He wished the Dark Lord wouldn't punish them for his transgressions.