There was a long pause that would have been more awkward than expectant, had Moon been doing anything other than panting frantically. Snape conceded defeat. He folded the newspaper and looked up. Moon's face was divided into two halves; the half above the manic grin, and the half below it. The half below was carpeted in stubble, while the half above was eclipsed by a pair of dark, gleaming eyes. Snape slid Moon's bottle across the table and dumped half of it into his own glass, arching a brow as he did so. "Try inhaling once in a while while you're speaking. You'll give yourself a brain hemorrhage if you keep that up."