"Perhaps. But we could also be dealing with the plans of one who has no fear for his being. And that, I'm sure you've found, is infinitely more dangerous." Snape turned to leave, but as the bowl scraped across the desk behind him he stopped in mid-step, the movement oddly twitchy. He kept his back to Dumbledore just long enough to allow a sigh of frustration to escape from behind his clenched teeth. "You know I hate those things." But he snatched one out of the bowl anyway. He reached into his pocket and after a moment's hesitation withdrew a small pouch of what appeared to be reddish candies . He tossed the bag onto the desk in front of Dumbledore. "For the bird." He said stiffly, nodding towards Fawkes. With that, he walked out of the office, snapping the door shut behind him.