[Infuriating bastard. Harry grudgingly admitted to himself that he was allowing his anger at the other man to compromise his performance of his official duties. He summoned a bottle of water from the mini fridge in the other room, and handed it to him. He crouched down beside Lucius' apparently injured leg, and did a diagnostic spell on it, finding it broken in two places. Rather than attempt to mend them, he opened a small box on the mantle and took out a vial of pain potion. He held that out to Malfoy as well.]

This is a safe house. I picked this one because it was a shorter distance, and I wanted to see how badly you were injured first. Did you have any other questions, Mr. Malfoy? [He ground his teeth, thinking that it might be better to just dump him at St. Mungo's and get someone else to question the nasty git.]