"Doubtful," he replies, grin widening. "Or the world would start to spin the other way. Not like it's going to go to waste." He drains the mug he was working on and picks up one of the new ones. "Not yet." Rodolphus nods approval of the waiters quick return with Severus' drink. "Steak," he tells the waiter. "Rare, and I mean I want to hear it moo when I cut it," he grins wolfishly. "A double order of chips and I don't want to see even a hint of green on the plate." He raises a meaningful eyebrow. "And keep these coming," he takes another swallow of his beer." The waiter writes all this down, undisguised admiration on his face. He turns to Severus and mutters 'And for you sir?'