"There are an awful lot of people I want to rip the heart out of," Rus points out. "Potter is only at the top of the list." He shakes his head. "Barely even touched it. Thanks by the way. Your work was superb as usual."
"Better than his gizzard," Rus snorts into his scotch. He nods approval. "Now that's a bit more the thing Severus. You look like someone just loosened your spine."
"By people who've never even held one in their hand," Rus says with a sneer. "Grapes are much too soft. And a bit on the small side. Bloody amateurs," he mutters. "Well, all three throws and then roll if we need to. What were those rules again?"
Er, no. Gods (pun sort of intended) only knows what sort of nickname that poor sod would end up with! Rus (hopefully): We could do it again!? And after reading Nation which I didn't care for. This seems to be much better so far.