"Well, once it's picked up, dropping it might break it," he says, which is meant as a joke although he says it deadpan. "I don't think that's it, really... Rodolphus, you must know I would never for a moment belittle your... well, that's not what I mean to do, but I was... dumbfounded by how well you--and Bellatrix and one or two of the others--recovered."
"Shouldn't think so," he answers, frowning. "Well, essentially, perhaps, but the spellwork would have to be staggeringly complex, to say nothing of the interfacing and controlling magics."
"It's a point," he allows, eyes crinkling. "But I wouldn't make pickled eggs for just any supplier, I'll have you know, just for the asking." A thoughtful pause. "Not with good eggs."
"And before you decide to argue or try and hold your line," Severus tells T1 with a very classroom curl to his lip, "allow me to bring to your attention that you are still negotiating with the one who expects to enjoy himself. At this point." He takes a private moment to reflect with amusement that he must be giving the impression of having a mood disorder.
Very bad! (and very little) (g) ...Frozen nuts? o.O Please! (shovels over) nomnomnom