Oh John de Lancie. ^,^ But Sev will probably continue to look at him like he's encroaching. ;)
"Not necessarily. If the supplier is reputable, convenient, and affordable, I'll have no objections. However, I have, as I said, prioritized sorting things out with my guild over making a new contact, the only testimonial regarding whom I've received is that he exists." This would be a trifle acerbic if he weren't talking to Sirius or about Q; as matters stand, it's purely matter-of-fact.
Severus, for a long moment, gives him a flat, incredulous, are you sure you're a gryff? look. Then he visibly decides that he himself is a serpent and passing up an advantage he knows is without side effect would be stupid, and shrugs. "Very well. I'll have to wash the poultice off." He stands, disappears into the washroom, and comes back a moment later without bandaging, hand cupped protectively over his neck. He applies the balm without actually letting Sirius see the wound, too.
There's a sort of reaching, squelching sound. He touches the place with gingerly feathering fingers, and then takes his hand down. The patch finishes smoothing into his neck, and changes from a rich blue-brown to match his natural skin color. It's only a shade or two whiter than his actual skin; he's still that pale.