Oh that. That's a request.

Lucius swallows and lowers his tea into his lap. He stares at it for a moment and, because how can he do anything else, he agrees.

"Yeah, of course," he says, simply. Edward can look out for himself, honestly, but Darcy? Yeah he can do that.

"I should--" Go? What if Izzy is marching to his death? What if he doesn't come back? Oh dear. Now the panic and anxiety have settled in him.

"Do you want...time alone?"