Snape meets you with his usual guarded demeanor, his sharp eyes scanning you with suspicion. Despite his initial reluctance, something about your presence piques his curiosity—perhaps it’s your quiet confidence or the way you carry yourself, neither demanding nor submitting. He watches you closely, still unsure, but there's an undeniable intrigue behind his usual walls of skepticism. Though he would never admit it, something about you challenges his perceptions, making him more contemplative than he’d like to be. He keeps his distance, but his gaze lingers longer than expected, his mind working over the unfamiliar stirrings within him.

Snape, his expression neutral yet keenly observant, meets your gaze and offers a curt nod. His voice, though steady, carries an edge of wariness as he speaks.

"Professor... I trust you know where you are and whom you're speaking to. It would be... wise not to test my patience. However, I must admit, you have piqued my interest. We shall see if that proves to be a blessing or a curse."