This was worse than he'd expected. There was always going to be a certain amount of simmering resentment amongst any group of extremists. Oh yes, Lucius was well aware that his views were extreme, and his methods, too. It didn't make him any less right.
But he knew when he grasped hold of the reins (that's why it's called a reign, people!) of the Death Eaters, that some people would object. He'd actually readied himself for a power struggle, but obviously owning the house that served as their stronghold was power enough.
Still, Bellatrix couldn't help riling him, and that only served to encourage the younger members of their number. Damn woman.
"Thank you for the offer, young lady, but as my sister-in-law so insightfully remarked, I do have a plan and it does not include the death of Ne'os Emof. At least, not right away."
Lucius raised his voice slightly, though it wasn't necessary to speak particularly loudly for everyone to hear.
"As we all know," ...as you should know... "Emof has the deathstick. One person cannot expect to best him. For all we know, one hundred people could not do so. The Dark Lord was the wand's last owner; Emof's power is being enhanced by the power of our lord, and while we may not wish to stand by while that happens, we should not throw our lives away needlessly either.
Instead, let us invest our time more wisely. Pick off the Order of the Phoenix one by one. Emof wants to be immortal? Then let us show him what immortality is; he can watch his friends die even while they try to protect him."
The sly whisper of a smile had begun to curl about the corners of Lucius' mouth and now he stood, smirking, waiting for their approval or perhaps derision.