"I'd appreciate the help," Albus agreed, mild mannered as always. "Thank you." Although he'd probably continue with his library conquering as well. There was very little else to do, as far as he could see. And a little extra knowledge never hurt anyone.
He tilted his head slightly, fixing Severus with a bright blue stare. There was something interesting about the other man, brewing under the surface. "Not that I've noticed," he admitted, with a faint shrug. "But as you say, I'm not headmaster. I've been teaching for six years. Compared to many of the staff that's no time at all, as I'm sure you know."
"What do you think it wants, for lack of a better word?" He asked. Of course, he'd heard many theories, but he felt like Snape may have a better handle on this than most, himself included. Albus used his foot to push the seat opposite him out from the table, a silver invitation for the other wizard to sit.