"...Thank you," he says quietly, absurdly touched. "No, but I meant..." His hand is a little raised. He drops it, breathing out softly, "...No, all right."
"...God is in the details, Rus."
He gives him wide astonished eyes, "I am?"
"I'll do that in the morning," Severus informs him, with a slightly raised eyebrow, "while enjoying myself. Without being bored stiff or breathing in other people's noxious humours or exposing my rusted skill to public ridicule or keeping an eye out for his temper when other idiots echo your friend's mistake." He turns to Rus, eyebrow still up. "He wants to keep twenty-five percent, Rus; it's a nuisance, but we might accept on those terms, if you at least will have fun at it."
(g) Frozen snickers are very good. I'm surprised you don't break teeth on the nuts, though! Nah, old one, I just don't use it much. Had more cause to at Hex.