"I'd offer to help, but Rab's cat's sang better than I do." He rolls his eyes. "It's not like I'm going to do this in Lucius' sitting room. Give me a little credit for Merlin's sake!
"Think of it as a new hobby," Rus suggests, smiling wickedly. "No," he states positively. "Because you will exert a Calming Influence over me." Now the grin goes a bit foolish. "You certainly are. And it looks good on you."
"Good, 'cause I won't," he says sullenly, picking up his glass. He takes a swallow and shakes his head. "Not now." He rolls the dice again and comes up with a nine. Rus glares at the dice, which would melt at the look if they had any sense. "Flub it first. Flub it good. Just mind my eyes yeah?"
Please do! :D It really is. I've often wished that RL time could be like that. There are only a very few drugs available on the market (so to speak), but there are zillions of books! *nods* 'S cool. No rush. Time is on our side after all. ;)