"Because I'm asking. Please, Sir." Why was the boy looking so damn earnest? Why did it feel right to give in to the demand? Why would Snape even trust anything James Potter's son said? He nearly stepped back, when the young man came closer, imploring, "Please, Professor, I promise everything will make sense in a minute. You just have to agree. I trade information against one request. I will leave immediately after if you want me to. I swear!"