He couldn't help grinning in between bites. Something about the constant stream of compliments Sappho paid him was like a drug. Severus thought that he simply couldn't get enough. Or perhaps he just couldn't get enough of her. That seemed a bit more likely. "So, have you told your father about me yet?" he asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow. To be fair, he hadn't told Mam about Sappho yet, either, though he had sent a letter to her that morning, asking a fairly important favour. He had to admit that he'd like to know whether her father thought he was, in fact, the bee's knees, whatever that might mean.