"Huh." Another shrug. "Too bad." While Rus was never really a bully to other members of his own house (unless they needed it of course), stories about his temper were legendary. And occasionally, true. He's really easygoing, right up to the point where you give him a reason not to be; then it's exploratory surgery without benefit of anesthetic. Or instruments.
He downs the contents in two swallows. It seems to get rid of the lump in his throat.
Rus looks surprised. "Well, I suppose since it was Merlin's, he could make it look like whatever he wanted." He holds up a finger. "It may have started out that way, but it ended up taking over." A broad grin. "There you go. A bit of colour and your a new man." He has no trouble at all being someone else, because to ask Rodolphus Lestrange to try and be something that he's not is unthinkable. It made him useless as a spy, but you always, always knew what you were getting when you dealt with him.
"Well ghosts aren't," he nods. "But the dead, corpses you know, tend to put most people off. They're terribly useful for something that isn't even alive any more." Rus smiles in fond recollection. "Like I said, it's changed over the years. I don't think very many people at all recall Halloweens original meaning." Another grin. "So much the better. They think it's all a game, then POW!" He laughs.
"Something that doesn't look as if it's been in the back of the fridge for a fortnight," Rus says pointedly.
He doesn't take teasing well; he's never sure if it is or not. I know, but he was rather put on the spot. When he's got the time, Rus is wonderfully creative. ;)