Severus untucks a pack from his jumpsuit pocket and holds it out for Darcy to snag one before shaking a coffin nail out for himself. He puts the pack away and snaps his fingers, holding out a little magical flame for her to light off of. His own taken care of, he flicks his hand to dissipate it, and sits back in his chair.

"We're not talking about it," he reminds her after a moment. "You're just offering your opinion on if we should."