Severus rolls his eyes. "Imaginative," he notes, but lets it go.
He snorts. "Living at the manor was all right when there were three floors between my rooms and any other occupied ones and the only person I saw every day was Narcissa. Even then I only stayed there because her condition needed constant supervision and he found it convenient." How much of a help it was financially Will Never Be Mentioned. He would have managed, if it had involved casting horn-of-plenty spells on his father's glasses and helping him drink himself to death. He waves the piece of bread he was eating in reassurance. "I don't need another brewer, and anyway, if you were interested, I wouldn't waste your real talents like that."