"Ah," he says, with just a hint of sigh. It's affirming to his mental image of the world that Rus didn't, of course, but it's impossible to hear that anybody didn't without a little twinge of resentment.
Severus just puts on his dour-depressed-bat face for a moment, and drinks his own drink as the bottle approaches. Looking up, he gives the barman an I'll give you credit for some foresight, but if you think that'll stop this happening again, you don't know him look.
"Well, yes." He watches the weighing with some amusement, since it's not as though the dice are even the same size, but watches the rolling with more interest, looking ha got it right-type smug when they prove themselves random.
I repeat. Notification FAIL. :( Min's not bad. 'Nervy' would be worse. Oh noes! (g)