"Who said anything about his hair?" Severus asks innocently, doubling over briefly around his mock-punched arm with a grin. "Plenty of household uses when you haven't an elf, bleach. And then there are the peacocks. Why, do you think he bleaches his hair? I doubt he'll appreciate the thought, you know..." He shrugs. "You care enough to make him all blushful," he points out, just matter-of-fact by this point. "If only strategically."
Severus makes a face, and notes, "Sterilization in alcohol takes twenty minutes. And that's straight alcohol."
"Well, yes," he accedes. Mouth tugging unwillingly upwards, he points out, "Most of the old families like to take their respect from a position of refinement, of course, you realize."
I suppose at least it proves he doesn't do to others... lol I think the idea worries her, but I also think she's getting tired enough by this point to get over it. ;) Please do. I'll even share the breadsticks. I mean, this place, the pizza itself, is good, but sheesh!