Malfoy was crouched on his knees at Lord Voldemort's feet.
"I must say, Lucius; it does look a teeny bit like trying to get out of it," Voldemort said suspiciously.
"Quite the wrong impression Master. I just want to make it another night. That's all," Malfoy pleaded.
"Certainly not," Bellatrix suddenly interrupted.
"I beg your pardon," Voldemort said, his eyes starring menacingly at her.
"Well, it's just one excuse after another isn't it? Next thing he'll be trying to get out of polishing his cane," Bellatrix explained.
"He isn't talking about canes, Bella," Voldemort hissed.
"Well, he should be. How else is he going to keep it clean? Soon he'll be saying he doesn't want a house-elf," Bellatrix said furiously.
"Malfoy doesn't have a house-elf anymore," Voldemort growled.
"In that case, it's even more important that he polishes his cane," Bellatrix said.
"Shut up, Bella! I know why you want to get out of it, because I remember the last time you had a party, I found you face down in a puddle wearing a pointy hat and singing a song about goblins," Voldemort said returning his attention back to Malfoy.
"Yes, all right, all right. Tonight it is," Malfoy hissed as he rose back to his feet, quite angry now. He bowed and stormed out of the room.