"That less is more," Rus explains in the same plaintive tone. "It isn't Less is less; that's it's job."
"But not nearly so heavy."
Oh, what the hell. Rus waves for the waiter and, catching his eye, mimes drinking. The man nods and heads for the bar.
"Well if he's anything like Hagrid, you don't have a thing to worry about," Rus says scornfully. "Unless he steps on you or something." He holds up his hands, conciliatory. "Just checking. Don't get your knickers in a twist." Rus ticks off points. "Tall, long red hair, exceedingly yellow trench coat and odd eyebrows." He frowns. "And he reminds you of a thestral." The waiter comes with his beer and Rus takes it, downing it in two swallows. He wipes his mouth on his sleeve and hands the empty mug back to the waiter. "And once again," he says absently. "If he's even part giant, I'd like to talk to him," he decides finally. He looks at Severus. "Where did you see him last?"