"I rather think he'd prefer to die," Lucius admits with a shrug and then realizes that conveys an idea that's not quite accurate. He shifts to hold his cup between both hands and peers at Izzy. Izzy who is waiting for his to cool, clearly. Smart.

"I mean I'm sure he's got it in him," Lucius clarifies. "Can't imagine him making a point with it, but he surprises me just as often as everyone else. Hard to call, really."

He glances pointedly at the cup.

"You...don't like Earl Grey? Or is it the lack of sugar and cream?" He doesn't sound sarcastic here, just curious, and feels another twinge of guilt. He could have filled a bag with those little cups and packets of extras. They had them, it just hadn't occurred to him in the moment.