That was more like what Julius had been expecting. He settled on the seat - which was plush and well cushioned and very attractive in Slytherin colours. He remembered it well from last year and many a Slug Club meeting or private moment alone in Slughorn's office, and for how pleased he'd been about it's excellent craftsmanship then. Whoever had stuffed the cushions had obviously had the comfort of those who used it in mind, whatever they were using it for. He took a butterscotch cream from the bowl, unwrapping it as he listened.
"No, really, Professor. I don't think I could eat anything as filling as that - there was rather a lot at dinner." He said, playing with the wrapper in his hand before popping the sweet into his mouth. It was certainly from Honyeduke's finest, the ones kept behind the counter in the the great big glass jars that cost more than Julius ever had on him at one time or another. They weren't Slughorn's favourite. Almost everyone knew that he preferred Candied Pineapple. No, sweets like these were kept around for the delight and pacification of his students.
He swallowed the sweet just in time to answer the rest of the man's questions. "No, my tastes haven't changed but if you think I'd like it, Professor, I'll try a little glass." Naturally the only place Slughorn would holiday would be somewhere hot where nubile, tanned young men frolicked in every direction.