"I'm tolerably well, thank you for asking," Snape murmured urbanely as he swept into the room in a swirl of black robes. He sank with a rustle of silk into an armchair which a silent, wandless charm brought scuttling forward to receive him.
He propped bony elbows on even bonier knees, and leaned forward, regarding her with an expressionless gaze. The light from the window behind Lilith fell on his gaunt features, making his eyes glitter like jet beads.
"What do you really want?" he murmured softly into the quiet.