"Yes, I know," Severus sighs, giving him a rueful, fond little smile. "You never get tired. You know, I used to polyjuice lab rodents into Luke's image for Narcissa to savage, seeing as how I didn't want to see her in the law's grasp, either. I don't have any hairs from the people you'd like to kill, but I daresay I know them all well enough to wright convincing illusions. If it would help at all as a palliative."
Severus looks after him with an odd little quirk of his lips and eyebrows, almost dreamy. Just loud enough to be heard, he tells Rus, "You know, he could be fun. Maybe we should have let him bet after all."
"Well, I don't generally throw darts at them," he tells Rus, eyes crinkled. "Just slice, crush, and grind. And they do have an unusual resistance to them, if they're fresh." He holds his hand up. "Oh, go first if you like, I don't mind."
Seconded! Innit? Yes, and someday Severus will forgive at least one of them for leaving him out of a brewing action. Not that he wanted anything to do with it. But I never claimed he was sane. ...Really????? Eeeeee! ...I hope he's still planning to do that fourth Tiffany book, though. I never get tired of her and Roland and Petulia.