Right on! Gods bless people with too much time on their hands. :D
Catching Severus' look, Rus glances around and gestures imperiously for the waiter. "Really there are," he says earnestly. "I'm a big tipper."
Rodolphus laughs. "Well, I was thinking of Bella if you must know." Sly look.
Now Rus scowls. "Not very well. I've gone over every inch of the beach and haven't found a thing. In spite of all your wavy lines." He shakes his head. "I know dogy and you're not it. Sneaky, yes and scheming. But not dogy. You always give people exactly what they ask for." He sits back with the air of a man who has solved a problem. "That's all right then."
"What?" Rus blinks at him. Probably flapped by the polysyllables.
He grins and nods. "It's perfect, isn't it? I mean, they ask for it. And all I have to say is 'yes'." His expression turns serious. "No offense taken and thanks. I wouldn't have thought of it." Not until it might have been too late. Rus takes the last chip and pops it into his mouth. He folds his hands and props his chin on them. "Why don't you refresh my memory? You'll feel better if you do." A mild snort for Severus' commentary.