Al's yelp and flurry of activity - eyes wide behind his glasses and bedhair all a-bristle like a startled owlet - surprised a laugh out of Severus.
"Al! Al, breathe!" he murmured, but the smile lingered on his face and amusement glinted in dark eyes as he set the mug aside and reached for Al with both hands.
"The cauldrons will be fine," he added in a soothing croon as he attempted to gather Al close. He smiled and added, "Besides, I can already see my face in your broomstick's wood..." The smile shifted toward a leer as he gave a hinting stare to Al's crotch, "...which sounds like a damn fine plan, wouldn't you say?"