Rus makes a face. "If you do need me, make it after the reading." He sighs. "Yes," he says dreamily. "I've got a lovely little private space where no one can hear them scream."
"Toys get that way when they've been played with," he reminds Severus. Rus blinks, leans back and then leans closer, staring at Severus' eyes. "Are you quite all right?" he asks doubtfully.
Rus clears his throat and makes an attempt to keep his expression neutral. He's marginally successful. "You could try some setting-up exercises," he suggests helpfully. "Or I'd be happy to crack your back for you." Alf is waiting patiently. He's got another man behind the bar and it's early yet. He's got time. These two shouldn't present him any problems. "Another bottle gentlemen?" he asks obsequiously, taking the liberty of topping up their glasses.