"Annnnnnnnd I'll make you prove that." The grin widens.
"What?! They use poison to cut the grass?!?!" Just when you thought there was nothing damn stupid muggles wouldn't do. It made you furious really.
"I don't need an excuse," Rus tells him, draining and refilling his glass. He frowns. "I don't know; I've never tried. Only one person on earth could make me nervous (bordering on scared goes unsaid)." A shrug. "But I'll give it a try." Rus gives him an understanding look. "Well, just act twitchy then. Hide behind me a lot."
Rus shoots T1 and T2 a glance, trying his best to look, if not nervous, at least apprehensive. "Right." He swallows theatrically. He picks up the dice and rolls them around in his hand before throwing them on the table. "Nine," he mutters, picking up his darts.
"'Ere, whot's this?" T2 asks. "Yew don't play darts wiv dice." He glances suspiciously all round, sure he's being made fun of. Rus catches Severus' eye. Oh. One of those then, his look says. It's really all he can do to keep from laughing, so he takes another drink to hide it.
Or cinnamon. That would be good too. Perhaps we should nail plywood over the windows like they do during a hurricane. ;)