Severus mumbles something with his mouth closed, and this time he does rub his face, which seems safer than actually responding. Rodolphus drunk seems like it's a step up from Rodolphus sitting alone in his house staring at the walls, anyway, or whatever else it is he does in his free time besides mooning after fairies a quarter of his age. He's not sure if he even cares, but he is aware of the strange, guilt-like sensation that manifests every so often when he begins to process why Bellatrix is so keen on him anymore.

"I should really stop in on Regulus sometime."