"You would have shared," Rus assures him blithely.
"Never once did I think myself worthy of that woman," he says, voice thick.
"Is there a hex? Or do you know?" Rus strokes his chin thoughtfully. "If you think it'll do any good, I'd be willing to take a look," he offers, all innocence once again.
"So?!" he asks in a dangerous tone.
"I never once mentioned teaching," Rus points out. "And what better information is there?"
"Otherwise why bother? Though limiting it to only one day a year seems absurd." Rus rubs his hands together eagerly and really, he'd just love to put his face in the plate and eat just to see the look on Severus' face. He refrains however (not without a pang of regret) and picks up his fork. "This should see me on my way nicely," he comments and digs right in. Rus sighs orgiastically at the first bite. He savours it for a long moment and them swallows. He beckons the waiter over. "Bring my friend a decent looking serving or I'll have your chef's head on a platter." The man blanches, not even thinking that Rus might be kidding. He stammers and bows and hurries back to the kitchen.
Yes, but the polyjuice was mentioned long before the topic was assigned. What line of work might that be?