"Tell that bipolar maniac whatever you want;" Severus says shortly, mood abruptly souring, "it doesn't matter."
Severus, who has of course been in worse places and hasn't always bothered with the following, eyes it dubiously, says, "In a moment," and enchants his sleeve (which has taken one more than once before) with a cleansing charm, so that it will take care of his hygiene concerns on glasses (and tables) it touches. Then he follows Rus in.
"Temporarily, yes, but it only actually stops them if they're easily intimidated or if it's feasible to kill them. Otherwise they complain to one's employer or the Board once they've returned home."
(pats him) Better than depression and restlessness, but yeah. Considering it. But he's just the late-night delivery guy, and I don't think even the Upper Crust's small pizza boxes will fit in my fridge! Even if their pizza is soooo good.