One man's dud was another's classic, of course - not that Severus thought of it in anything like such objective terms. He hadn't lost all of the taste he'd once had for bitter, sneering thrashing. They could keep playing as much of that as they liked. "Yes, I'm afraid you'll have to." He was bothering less and less to hide his smile. "And I don't know who's given you the idea that I can't be dragged away from that place. Half the time I feel like I have to drag myself into that office." Not that he'd let just anyone draw him out.