"It's nice to share," Rus points out. "Far nicer that the alternative." He grins.
Rus nods his thanks and swallows a couple of times.
"I'll have to have a look then. Who knows; I might actually find Merlin's staff!" Rus takes a stalling drink from his mug. "I don't know; get you something with a bit more colour. Camouflage is one thing, but you take it to extremes."
Rus looks at Sev for a long moment, then takes another bite of his dessert.
"Well, since they did learn something, I suppose it was teaching in a very broad sense," Rus concedes affably. "Run away and hope I'm in a good mood."
"You're right," he agrees happily. "Terror is timeless."
"Why I'd be delighted," Rus smiles at the hapless server. He takes a fortifying bite of cake and gets to work. "He wants original does he?" He sketches busily for about five minutes, complaining once that the red isn't the right shade for blood. "Close your eyes," he orders the waiter. He's obeyed so quickly, you can almost hear the lids slamming shut. Rus takes out his wand and taps the parchment. The pictures start to move. Rus nods happily and folds the paper. "There you are," he tells the man kindly. "Just come back round if he has any questions." Holding the paper as if it might bite him, the waiter trudges back to the kitchen. "You know," Rus says to Severus, taking up his fork, "it's hard to do a picture of drawing and quartering properly on such a small piece of parchment." He forks more cake, sighing with contentment.
He'd do it in a heartbeat if they weren't in public. :D *nods* Of course. Sounds like The Most Dangerous Game. One of Rus' faves by the way.