"What? He wouldn't go for it, you don't think? 'Severus?'" He made a face, following her up. "What sort of job is it you've got here, anyway? The kids whinge to you enough, I'll bet. You ought to be allowed a rough night. And you're not shagging him anymore, anyway," he said, with a Right? hanging just over the end of the sentence, as the door shut behind them. He'd never been in here before, and took a moment to look around. Much nicer than his couch, for sure, and with a certain touch he'd never bothered to give anywhere he'd lived ... decor was probably what most people called it.
"I have brought one, and you can keep it. If you've managed to bring tea, I'll even make you some." He made a grandiose wave to wherever the nearest chair was sitting, and grinned. "Sit. Make yourself at home."