"I will not be made a fool of!" Staring directly into her eyes without breaking connect as he stands the young woman starts to tremble; quickly stopping herself. Shaking showed weakness.

"It's a little too late for that Miss Weasley." Jerking back at his hand that reached to stroke her skin, he grabs a hold of her muggle shirt yanking her towards him.

"Did I say you could move?" Words soft barely heard, yet thundered the room.

"No." Weakness again. He gently lets the fabric go smoothing out the wrinkles that didn't actually develop. She found him the most complex. He was responsible for many death, lies passed through him breaths of air, yet he wasn't as vile as reports painted him as. This time when he reached for her she stays still, contacting with his eyes again.

"Will you do as I ask of you?" Shivers down her spine that the touch of his fingers across her cheek.

"Yes Lucius I will."

"Good, very good." Head bent slightly he captures her lips, already eager and waiting. Deep inside she was crying, kicking herself for not pushing him away and running. He was using her for his own personal gain, and she had no doubt once his use of her was through she'd be tossed aside; literally. Still he again was a most complex individual. He breaks the kiss and she pouts.

"If you present with Potter's wand in four hours I will reward you beyond your dreams, do you understand?" This time she gasps out loud as his fingers from his other hand roughly run across the seam of her jeans.

"How should I do it Lucius? He never lets it out of his sight…."

"You'll think of something or else." The softness in his words and expression turn again as fear fills her once more. Most complex.