However, even if the drink was poisoned, Severus most likely would not have gone down without a fight. Besides, he had his handy-dandy magic, along with a few items he (thankfully) had before he was dragged off to the wretched mansion tucked neatly inside his cloak.

Severus did the same, turning his eyes this way and that, taking in the design of the room. It was the same as his, except, without all the memories of war and odd machinery lying around. This was not his idea of "homey", either. He shot the idea of re-decorating with this man completely out of his head, "Fortunately for me, no. And if I may add," he paused for the next word, for he was not used to calling people by their first names, "...Jack. You have a horrible sense in interior design." He took another sip of the whiskey.