Severus shrugs. Victoire, after all, is not an NPC.
"And evidently mine has been spending too much time with his flatmate," Severus chuckles darkly, not moderating his volume and making the last word positively lewd. He doesn't look at or address himself to the server, but notes his sudden realization that the situation is at the very least more complicated than he'd thought. "That kind of obnoxious, insulting, controlling behavior is thoroughly beneath you," he states, more softly and still jovially, eyes narrow slits of blackly quiet fury.
"Subject to the fury of Black woman who'd been asked to play nice with fools and scum for years for the sake of the public face."