[ Silence. Erik studies the ivory film left at the bottom of his glass. ]

Those that would look at a human and see the ferocity of feeling in their eyes. They see themselves.

[ In the next moment, he has the bottle in hand again, glancing only once aside to Severus’ glass to mark that he’s hardly touched it. Not especially bothered, he drops bottle neck to his own glass, click, and lets another round tumble in over the rim. ]

They feel noble.