"Naturally." Looking bored while others glut on mayhem... how familiar.
"Do you need a handkerchief?" Severus counters wonders aloud, eyes a little childlike (but he's not overdoing it this time, as it's not for Rus's amusement). He takes a drink, and blinks rapidly a few times.
"Only if it's over-ripe. Well, I mean, not the pit. But if they're properly ripened, there's just a hint of almost illusory give." Severus grins. "No overt --trickery, wasn't it? I just thought you might like to roll first, and then you'd know what to aim for."