Regulus snickered about the crystal balls like an impish fifteen year old boy. It was a silly thing to be amused by, and technically beneath him as a Black, but it amused him all the same. "I can't imagine crystal balls being all that dangerous. See something unpleasant?"
The thought of Severus being pleasant brought about another round of laughter. It was the farthest thing from what he ever would have imagined before actually spending time with the bloke. "I guess with the kind of company you keep, then yes, you're quite pleasant." He chuckled and shook his head.
"You know, I've often found that Blacks are among some of the more unpleasant people to be around. Cissy was probably the only one I could stand to be in close contact with for more than five minutes." The fit of chuckling overtook him again as he thought back on his younger days, having to listen to all the narcissistic blather of the Black family. Granted, he bought in to it too to a certain extent, but that didn't mean he had to enjoy the company of all of his family members.
He took the next shot of tequila, not sputtering quite as much this time as the first. "One day, this just might grow on me," he commented, looking at the empty glass.