"Wouldn't we?" After taking a moment to finish his paragraph, Snape looked up from the book lying in his lap. "I think I prefer it. It's not for everyone, of course." It was hard to imagine Mrs. Lestrange, for example, shrinking into the shadows. "Here on business, Rodolphus? It's been rather quiet." He knew that wasn't precisely true. And he certainly didn't mean to goad - the longer he was allowed to sit around being reasonably inactive, the better. His last significant mission had been extremely unpleasant, and he was of the opinion that he deserved the time to recuperate.