"According to my agent, my health is the least of my problems," Seth shrugged one shoulder, slender, manicured fingers ghosted the side of glass, and left dusty, white smudges behind like a crime scene. He downed the drink in one go, if he felt the burn of the alcohol, he didn't show it as he turned back to Snape. Seth thought that the other man had not changed that much, the nose, the sallowness of his skin and the hallowed in halves of his cheeks. Eyes were dark, and unreadable, unlike Seth's, whose had taken on a glint of madness lately.
"Besides, I was under the impression that you'd be glad to see me dig my own grave," the younger man grinned at a subject that was not particular amusing.