Severus cocks a point to me, then eyebrow back, and shrugs. "I suspect that expecting someone to find the leisure at any moment tormented him nearly enough to satisfy even you," he says pragmatically. "But it you insist that only physical torment would have done so, please wait until I've finished my protein hit to elaborate."
He snorts. "I suppose it is, when you get it." He nods to the waiter's silently asking if he, too, wants another drink.
"No, I have no complaints about my sources for domestic ingredients. I was thinking about exotics. Of course, hunts like that would require you to firmly intend to return here on leaving for them, I suspect. The point is threefold." He holds up three fingers, and looks at them thoughtfully. "No, that's eight... regardless. The points are these. One: The increased possibility of body parts of similar quality turning up in the next generation, where applicable. Obviously that doesn't hold for livers and suchlike. Two: the ability to bring in a good amount of an ingredient at once without drawing unfortunate attention from those who pay it by leaving multiple animal carcasses to be disposed of, or even diminishing herds and prides. And there are those who pay that attention, and they have," he says in dark disgust, "lobbyists. Finally, market demand. It's very nearly expected now to either exhibit soft scruples or set up in Knockturn. More sales at higher prices with less scrutiny is not to be sneezed at."
Severus shrugs. "We're brewers, not glassblowers, and fancy vials are an investment in commercialism. We know it would be a boost to sales, but getting the product out in even a bare-bones sort of way is more expensive than in most professions." He nods, taking a drink. "Yes, your note did say." He makes sure that his mouth will still be full by the time Rus finishes speaking, since he may need time to form a response...
Of course, the state of his rooms may diminish it. (G) No, but she's a timid little thing until she's roused!