He has to chuckle. "Well, of course, now I have to ask what you think it means... but I'm not sure I want to know."
"Oh, you don't have to," he says irritably, "just keep it down. And I don't think he meant any harm, and it may not even have seemed arbitrary to him, but he didn't discuss it with me. Didn't tell me first who she was, or why he trusted her with my life, or why he thought she might need to know. He just decided, and assumed I'd agree that she should know everything about me because he's making her a part of his life. I'd ask who he thinks he is, but I bloody well know!"
Severus watches all this in mildly disgusted despair, but does remember to smirk as his subconscious directive is thus reinforced and the man turns lobster-colored.
"Because I couldn't do transfigurations that didn't come out black at that point," Severus says reasonably, "and then he'd insist they were rotted. And he doesn't know enough about food to make any, only what he thinks it should taste like. You have to at least know what things are made of."
Oh? Are they? Like, how small? --Of course, they were exploratory, not for immigrants... but they expected megacargo, didn't they?
Not unless Lucius has talked to him about it, I don't think?