"Only once I started teaching," he says sourly, and staggers forward with The Longest Suffering Look Of ALL as Rodolphus physically approves of it. "You know," he complains, only too clearly just griping for the sake of it (there's even an amused twist to his mouth), "I could wear arm holsters if you didn't keep doing that."
"No doubt," he doesn't doubt, and grumbles a heartfelt bloody pain in the muttermumble about Albus, looking only annoyed rather than sad. He waves an irritable hand. "No, no, for pity's sake, who cares about clowns? Although," he says to Lucius, "it was really an effective bit of manipulation of the public's emotions, however blatant." Back to Rodolphus, persistent because either he lost the memory on the floor of the Shack or had never actually found out what was behind the incident, "Slughorn?"