"There are times," he tells Severus gravely, "when you have to cut your losses." Rus looks at him. "Well, what did you mean then?" he asks gruffly. He wouldn't do this for anyone else on earth.
"Then I know who to blame if things go wrong," he says nastily.
"Sending me off to America, then to Africa, putting me in terrible danger," Rus says, his own eyes wide. "When everyone knows what a poor gentle, fragile soul I am."
T1 raises an eyebrow. "No taxes on this," he points out. That usually convinces people right then and there. "WHAT?!?!" he squawks. "That's not what I meant at all!"
Rus, who'd looked startled at first, recovers smoothly. "That sounds fair," he says, nodding. "Since I'm the ace, it's only right we get the lions share."
It's like any babies- they wouldn't survive except for cuteness. It was close a couple of times. You can't bite them with your incisors, that's for sure! *nods* I like it! :)