"Interesting definition of youth," Lucius said.  He didn't quite make a point of staring at Thoros" aged mien, but it was no secret that his fellow Death Eater had been no spring chicken when he'd joined Voldemort.  Lucius opened up his book of photographs again and smiled down at the three children in one image, standing stiffly and scowling at the camera with the put-upon faces they sprouted when asked to pose.  "Now this is youth," he said.  "We'll have to get all the next generation together at the Manor for a little party.  My legitimate grandchildren, Goyle's various bastards, and, oh, that's right, you won't be there."