"It's normal to put things in chocolate," Rus elaborates. "People like it."
"He got stronger people to do it for him," he shrugs. "Not much has changed since his time."
Rus raises a sceptical eyebrow. "I hope you're not thinking of Kettleburn," he says, almost accusingly. "Man was nearly devoured by his own creatures."
Rus feigns a puzzled look. "I've never tried chocolate with cats," he says gently, humouring the madman. "How is it?"
"You're done then?" Rus starts to shovel the food remaining on his plates into his mouth. "Add those pasties to my cheque," he tells the waiter, swigging at his beer. "And one more for the road. I've got a long way to go tonight." To Severus: "Where exactly am I going?"
OOH! This is gonna be GOOD! :D No, he'd die of imbarrassmint if that happened. I mean consider some of his colleagues, Sev included. He didn't have a chance.