"Why not?" There's no disagreement here; he's just curious what about the wearing of them Rus disliked. "What, not strangling them?" He shrugs. "I'm an occlumens. Besides, some of them aren't so bad when they don't have power over you, and someone had to look after the baby snakes. "
He shrugs again. "Well, dreamless sleep, obviously, but that's really best saved for emergencies."
"Ah."
Severus masks approval as Rus's glass changes color, ever so slightly. Having done his sobriety charm earlier, he doesn't have to change his once he's sure it's safe. He does nod civilly in a way that implies he may be mellowing despite his better judgment, and makes sure to deformalize his movements.
Oh, I thought it was narcotics, but that makes more sense for him. n,n; No snow would be good! Is none so far... (crosses fingers)