It's a while before Severus says anything. He sits down, and he doesn't seem to be very bothered - but there's a slight, tell-tale frown on his face, brows marginally knitted together. There isn't anything he's not telling her. He sensed her tension in the medbay the last time they spoke face to face, of course, but surely she can't expect him to be free of reservations about her conflict of interest where the Marauders are concerned.

"I don't know what you want me to say," he begins slowly, picking his words carefully. "I don't think there's anything I can say. The only alternative to me staying quiet seems to be arguing."

And he doesn't want that.