Well-- [He can't keep beating around the bush...] we should sit down first, before we get to that. My name is Scorpius.

[He guides her up to the kitchen and quietly asks one of the house elves if she would mind terribly if he made some tea and sandwiches himself, he doesn't want to keep her from doing her work or anything, he'd just like to do it on his own this time, if that's alright

He's sure they report back to Lucius about him, after all, so besides getting her out of the room for this particular conversation, he's trying to win as many of them over as he can, so they might be swayed to leave out details that aren't explicitly asked for. Common decency can go a long way.

There's a little breakfast nook in the kitchen, and he drags a seat over near the counter for her as he puts on the kettle and prepares the food. He's spoiled, but even he can manage sandwiches. He keeps his voice soft, just in case.] The fact that we, and other people as well, have been dragged through time to be here isn't even the most-- concerning. [Spit it out!!] What's most concerning is Minister Riddle.