"Is that that singing stuff from ages ago?" Rus asks. "Thanks for that Severus."
"So?" he shrugs. "It's not like we can't take care of ourselves. No," he grins. "You look less likely to punch him in the face." Rus considers. "That should work," he concedes. "You're half-tiddly already." Using the word 'tiddly' to describe Severus appeals to him enormously.
"I didn't think I had to make an unbreakable bloody vow every time I said something to you," Rus grumps. He shakes his head. "No do-overs," he says firmly. "Unless eyes are involved." He picks up the dice and rolls them, ostentatiously not flicking his wrist. "Damn!" He snaps. "Eight!" He picks up the last of his darts and flings it at the board without seeming to aim. It sticks in the circle just outside the bulls-eye. Impressed, Alf's eyes widen.
Rus doesn't usually remember stuff like that though. ;) There's certainly more variety! *mutters* Darn youtube!