"HA! More likely you'll turn his stones green," Snape fired back at once.
In reply to her description he parried, "Sounds like just the type you'd love to corrupt." He snickered cynically, "I could almost feel sorry for him, if I wasn't quite sure that such an ingenue would never cross your path."
Her last salvo put a most post-canarial-catlike smugness on his face. "I'm reliably informed that my hands are not my only capable appendage." he replied in an insinuating bass rumble.