Lucius lifted the spell and stood over Snape, his boots the only thing the prone wizard could see. "So, Severus, are you trying to tell me that the Dark Lord approves of this marriage?"
Snape sat up. "After I had to flee Hogwarts, mind you, while also keeping your son safe, the Dark Lord demanded that I find a new means by which to keep apprised of Potter's actions. With Dumbledore gone, that left me with very few options."
"Hence you've lowered yourself to consorting with Mudbloods and blood traitors?"
"Certain aspects have their perks," Snape smirked, thinking of Hermione.