"Well, I haven't the first idea how," Severus tells him, with complete honesty.
"Corollary benefit, I suppose, but not what I was thinking about," Severus smiles, touching his arm lightly.
With a hard-eyed pleasantness that would send people who know him running for the hills, Severus corrects, "Excuse me, but if you expect my losing to do you any good, then you don't merely expect me to lose. You expect me to sit quietly for three hours in a crowded room while the only person I know in it plays, doing nothing. For hours. You furthermore expect me to lose in an unexpected and splashy and therefore humiliating way, and," he turns to Rus, "this is appearing to be decreasingly worth it." He has, of course, noticed that no one has argued with Rus about terms yet.
hee! Yeah, both my cats are in disgrace right now. (scowls) Although that one may be out of the doghouse, I suppose, by now. Ahhh, there you go. Portion control always helps. They are a pain to deal with! But they do seem to by tasty when done right, whereas I can't stand seafood (shudders). (passes) Yeah, most people do think so, but I like 'em. ^,^