"Oh no!" Rus raises his hands. "I'm not getting taken in that way! I go right for the source!" He tugs his own hair to demonstrate what he means. "Sometimes, they don't even notice," he grins at Severus.
"And eventually, your body does co-operate and just sort of shut down," he says blankly.
"Right," Rus shakes his head grinning. "And that," he almost-but-not-quite pokes Sev's nose again, "is the noblest roman of them all."
Before Rus can decide, T1 comes bustling back over, a determined expression on his face. It splits into a grin as he reaches the two of them. "Brilliant display," he congratulates Rus. "Don't even try to tell me that was an accident." Rus shrugs. Since it wasn't, he won't. "I've been talking with some of my colleagues," T1 tells them. "And we're willing to go fifty percent, provided you can keep up what you've been doing. They want to see you in action though." He glances at his watch. "They'll be here in about 15 minutes. Why don't you have a couple more drinks and relax while you wait." He signals Alf peremptorily, without waiting for an answer.
Got it! Rus is very pleased by the whole thing. ;)