"Neither have I," Rus tells him, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Just trying to plan for the fact that there's only going to be four potions masters in Britain when I'm done."
"Yes," he looks at Severus. "I don't remember my dreams all the time." He sounds relieved by the fact.
"We don't have to if you'd rather not. We can sit and drink companionably and await developments." He nods to the bar where T1 is talking on his mobile and frowning intensely.