"That's what I mean," Rus nods. "And watching wouldn't have been nearly satisfying enough." His fingers flex, as if there's a throat or something in them. "No it isn't," Rus looks bewildered and hurt. "That's a terrible thing to say."
"And," he goes on eagerly. "If you got a four- or five-pointer, it'd be even better."
Rus grins and considers ordering another beer.
He frowns at the description. "Part giant?" he asks. Very few muggles attain such a height. "And a yellow trenchcoat? Are you sure you didn't take one of your own confusing concoctions by mistake?"
"Now there's a good idea!" Rus points at Severus. "Just a little cut but you die from arsenic poisoning. Very subtle." For him it is.