"Not unless you're quite sure you're at the top, he agrees," and gives Rus a frustrated look. "The adolescent werewolf you beheaded on my workbench," he says, in a completely normal voice so as not to attract attention to the statement.
He shrugs. "Employing reasonable discretion?"
"Perhaps not, but I'm satisfied with the winnings," he smirks, and shrugs. "He was impertinent." Teach him to buy drinks for people who aren't eating alone and have overtly paid for other people's food and then blush about it...
"Maybe, but what do you want from one?"
Btw, am stuck on the second half of Holmesthread... how are we going to say things got resolved? Am not sure at this point what Sev would be doing in the wake of the argument. Could AIM about it if you have time before bed or do email, but am, well, stuck. n,n;