"What's not nice of me?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "And I daresay I don't think I really strike fear in the heart of anyone. I'm a bit scrawny, no?"
As much as he wanted to get back to bed and go back to sleep, he wasn't going to leave without deconstructing Snape's snide comments. With a tired sneeze into his handkerchief, he leaned against the dungeon wall, looking at Snape through slightly glassy eyes. Of all days, today he was certain he wasn't the scary type.