Severus gives him a sidelong look. Well, if no one's smeared him to Rus, he's not going to be the one to start it. He shrugs. "Schoolboy viciousness left over from the '70s. No matter."
"No." His jaw tightens. "I deluded myself for a while, but... no." He gives an ugly laugh. "I suppose I should thank him for that."
"Don't-want-to-know," he mutters to himself, applying himself to his tart.
"No, it wasn't up to his standards of everyday haute cuisine. Nor did the accommodations carry the distinction of enough stars, or a soft enough mattress... shall I go on?" He rolls his eyes.
---annnd I'm out of time before class! But will be on a different computer by the time I can get on again, so I thought I'd better just post what I have. He was having trouble with the praise bit again, anyway. ;) See ya in a few, if you're up.