Rus cocks a Watch it! eyebrow at him and scowls at the mention of the war. "If I'd had the leisure..." he begins. "Accidents happen in such times. Dreadful, unfortunate ones."
"To much variety is just a bad," Rus points out. "I prefer the basics." He laughs when the waiter brings the pear. "Don't mind him," he tells the man. "He's just upset he doesn't have anything to carp about. This is really excellent. I'm pleasantly surprised. Could I have a couple more beers?" he adds. "No rush." Insuring that he'll have them in less than a minute.
"To the manor born," Rus says serenely. "You take as you find." He snorts. "Poaching then, as opposed to stealing?" He takes a forkful of chips, which he has peppered liberally. He looks confused. "No kill? What's the point then?" Rus rolls his eyes. "And we all know that potions are supposed to come in dark, murky bottles. Speaking of potions- that's why I invited you here. Not," he adds, "that I don't enjoy your company."
I can deal with overawe. :) Winky won't have heard of Holmes I'm guessing.