"We both had rather prickly living arrangements," Rodolphus elaborates. "I think I got the better of the deal though."
Rodolphus scowls ferociously. "That blasted snake!" He holds out a finger to Severus' neck as if he's measuring. "You were lucky. Right on the jugular. You could have bled out in minutes." He knows what he's talking about.
"Maybe I will," he says affably. "When I have some place to put it." Rodolphus listens, his expression growing puzzled. Finally, he just stares at Severus. "That was English," he says slowly. "And I understood all the words, but I don't have a clue as to what you just said Severus." He frowns. "Except the bit about the Aurors. I don't want anyone to call them, no." He thinks for a moment. "So, there are people here who won't take kindly to seeing me again?" he hazards. "Do you think they'll recognise me? You did, but you knew me fairly well."