Harry looked away and around the room, wondering when he would feel something. He furrowed his brow as he felt himself relax further while the minutes slipped by them, and the older wizard continued to puff on his pipe in silent reflection and a few hums as he rested his ankle on his knee. “It also makes for an idiotic conversation starter between close friends,” Severus added with half of a smile on his lips. “Ha, that makes sense. It certainly wants to make you say strange things. I think? Is it strange?” He looked at his hands with deep concentration. “Am I acting stupid?” he asked with a dazed look on his face. At that, Severus bellowed out a laugh. “Maybe too much for you for your first time.”