Only when Aoife greeted him did Lucius move across the threshold, a cool nod given to the spin doctor. The lack of anything resembling a title in her greeting was well-noted, although to be perfectly honest Lucius found himself too tired to care much at the moment. Hed turn the slip against her later, at a more opportune time, and just treat this one as an invitation to do away with formalities. When one wanted to procure a favor, it was not wise to noticeably insult the person needed for the job. That tended to result in things not getting done, which was something Lucius disapproved of.

So he settled for the nod and a drawling Good evening, Aoife, with her name pronounced correctly; Malfoy slid into the summoned chair and mused silently over the chill in her voice. Had he done something to insult her and not realized it? Rumor had it that Aoife Delaney was not fond of men, on the personality levelwell that was her problem.

So, what can I do for you?

And so was this. He held up the stack of fifteen letters, then placed them upon Aoifes desk, thin fingertips remaining pressed upon the top. The seal of the French Head Warden of Magical Beasts was clearly visible at the bottom of the revealed letter, for those that might recognize it, gleaming a dark green beneath a spidery signature. Have I done something to offend you, Miss Delaney? Lucius asked in a quiet drawl, one brow quirked curiously. Personally?