"Yes, I know, you all thought I was certifiably paranoid." He's dry about this, but philosophically so.
Looking confused, "...We're still talking about Merlin, here?"
Severus tilts an eyebrow at him. "I seem to recall you encouraging everyone to have that idea."
"Or anything else without being tenderized with copious amounts of citric acid."
Amused, "If I do forget it, you'll have to prove it to me again, I suppose... I think the waitstaff here should bribe me," he concludes gravely.
He shrugs. "I daresay I can find a use for anything floral that strikes your eye, or for chupacabra spines if you happen to encounter one, but bring back a bottle and we can compare scotch with bourbon."