"If he said he did, would you even want it?" Ah, there's some of that open acidity. Severus' own personal irritation concerning people lying about their work is even enough to overshadow what might have been a slightly twitchy reaction to very undead gentlemen. He adjusts the collar of his cloak and lifts the hood back up - it's common enough to go about in this city covered in all sorts of ways, and doesn't really stand out as odd - and turns to leave, ignoring the offended protests of both shop keepers, now.