Well, it's there whenever he feels like taking it up. Oh, OK. Serpent magic is kind of icky anyway. And dangerous! AHHHH! NO! :D
"I never liked wearing the masks," Rus recalls. "How did you manage that by the way?"
"I'd probably get run over by a bus," he agrees. "That sounds workable." Rus considers. "Especially the bit about the dreaming. Can you do potions like that?"
"Wolves mostly," Rus shrugs and bares his teeth. "Closest I could get to being a werewolf without actually being one."
After Severus has checked for poisons, Rus changes his glass to tea. He takes a huje swig and smacks his lips. "Good stuff," he tells T1. "Thanks." He pretends to have trouble setting his glass down straight and spills some on the table. T1's eyes light up and he smiles.
Rus obviously has narcolepsy confused with necrophilia, the goop! ;) I'm off to bed. Hopefully things will look better in the morning. And no snow!