"Right, right," Rus nods. "I've heard you're not supposed to yell in the mountains." He taps his forehead. "Sorry. Drawing a blank*."
"What the bloody hell do you think I've been doing for the past eleven years?!" Rus stares at him.
"Not much of a bet then," he snorts. "No, but your look would have started an avalanche." He shakes his head. Even he felt that.
Rus glugs more beer. "You know Voldemort had an alliance with the giants. Maybe I can build on that."
* Me too I'm afraid. If it's something I'm supposed to remember- I don't. :( Damn right he's a bootlicker. You always give special treatment to big tippers. :)