Severus gave her costume another slow once over, and by now he expected she knew that this particular arch of his eyebrow was a good-natured one. "That's very generous of you," he said, dry. "But I may have to decline."
It was emptying out, that was true. No elf was going to run him anywhere, but something about the thought of sitting in this huge empty space scattered with the various spent trappings of a holiday already enjoyed seemed a little ... depressing. "They may well try." He pushed his plate away, mostly untouched. "I suppose we ought to let them. Perhaps I'll just go lurk about outside, instead." He gave a half-smile.