"I had to prove my loyalty to the Dark Lord, same as everyone," Rus reminds him. He gives a curt nod.
"I've said time and again you don't get out enough," he says, affectionately exasperated. "It's dark now; you don't need to fear the sun." He grins. "Of course." He considers briefly. Not The Pump. He wouldn't be welcome there for a while. Not that that bothered him. If he wanted to go, he would. But it was rough and rowdy and Severus wouldn't care for the place. "How about The Sword Room? It's relatively peaceful there and if you think you can beat me at darts..." He breaks off, eyes challenging.
"Budget wasn't a consideration," Rus says. "Perhaps if it was, it would have been different." He scowls. "Dreadful management at that school," he mutters.
Oh dear. And sorry, last night wasn't a good time. I'm sure we can work it out. Not quite sure whom we're warding against, but Rus is NOT going to be happy when he sees that pic.