Severus scowled when his touch was brushed off, his body tensing considerably. "I don't bite." he said coldly, trying to hide his offended tone at least a bit.
He turned around then, bottling the potion with automatic and secure movements. "It is not in my abilities to fathom the consequences of assuming the potion when in an alterated state... I suggested prudence..."
He sighed at the idea of seeing Sirius again. "Tell your husband to be on time, the potion needs to be bottled at the right moment..."