Childish? She was calling him childish? Nymphadora Tonks was hardly a woman and rarely acted like one, aside from lusting over some depressed werewolf that looked old enough to be her father (Severus and Remus might be the same age, but while time wasn't kind to Severus, it seemingly hated Remus). How old was she, anyway? Severus wondered just how many years it had been since she was his student, but found no answer, the years just blurred together.
A memory resurfaced, he was expressing concern over Minevra's daughter, how it simply had to be unnatural for someone merely seventeen having such an obsession with someone thirteen years her senior. The two had been in the same year. That couldn't have been that long ago, he had been no more than thirty....
Severus did all the math very quickly once his mini-flashback subsided and came to the conclusion that she was twenty-three. Twenty-three! And she was calling him childish! His anger rose at this revelation. And since when were they on a first name basis, aside from when he felt like irritating her?
He rounded on her, stepping into her point of view, feeling such an accusation deserved proper response. He noted how much she was drinking in such a short period of time, as well.
"Perhaps I felt it inappropriate to use any harsher terms with you in such a poor state of mind, Nymphadora," He said her name slowly, letting it roll off his silky voice. "But you're right. Clearly I am so much more immature than you are. After all, I would have never thought drowning my sorrows with a bottle of mead would be a good idea. I suppose when I reach the maturity level of a twenty-three year-old I will realize how it is easily the answer to all of my problems."