Rodolphus chokes on his bread and coughs explosively. "If I ever," he begins, stabbing his finger at Severus, "hear of any such idea creeping into his disgusting mind, I will personally, tear him limb from limb with my bare hands and use his innards as curtain pulls and his skull for target practice!" World domination is a sore subject with him. The waiter, carrying their dinners, stares wide eyed. Rodolphus makes an impatient gesture and he sets the plates down. Steam and savoury smells rise from the table and Rodolphus is somewhat mollified by the presence of meat.
"Really?" He picks up knife and fork. "You've never been on your own? Well then, it's about bloody time!" Rodolphus isn't overly fond of Lucius' taste in decor either. To many breakables. He slices into his steak, releasing a flood of red juice. "Ahh!" he leans over an inhales deeply. "Perfect!" he nods at the waiter, who was looking not a little apprehensive.
"That's right," Rodolphus shrugs. "It's just another sort of hunting after all. Did you need me to fetch something for you? Merlin's staff perhaps?" He grins and forks steak.
Damn! And I'm having Frosted Flakes for breakfast. Not even close! :(