"Can't imagine why. With you and Lucius hovering over every move I make." One corner of his mouth curls up. "Do you now? That must have saved you no end of grief over the years."
Rodolphus nods slowly, digesting. "Oh yes. Much food for thought."
"Corduroy I can deal with," Rodolphus agrees affably. "Except when I'm hunting. Too noisy. But no patches," he holds up a hand. "Makes me look too much like a professor. You'll be wanting me to smoke a pipe next."