"I expect it will be, if I make a real study. What little work I've done on it before hasn't involved much theory; very catch-as-catch can." Severus pats him congenially on the arm, and says, "No rush."
"Granted," Severus explains, "but I mean he's stupid enough to get anyone involved with him into trouble, too. Anyway," he asks suspiciously, "what does he think I am, your agent?" He frowns. "If you want to really take him," he says slowly, "and as the idea of a long-term relationship with the man doesn't entrance me, I think our best tack is strong-oncoming challenger for you at the outset... possibly I should adopt a slow-moving drunken-fist style, you know, explain a steady improvement as loosening up with alcohol? Since he hasn't seen me throw yet."
"Not about the covert," he reminds him back with assurance, now quite sure they're playing snake pit games. He shrugs. "You've thrown the darts twice and the dice once. You have one more throw of the darts in this turn. Unless you want to lay in a rule of dice first and start your turn over."
meep! I suppose hoarding library books is a marginally cheaper coping strategy than drugs. Still expensive, though! n,n;; (pats)