"Of course, my Lord, of course. You are merciful, thank you ..." He froze when Harry chuckled and hissed something. This time, Severus did not understand. Instead of disturbing him, that eased his terror. It seemed that his mental defences were only but useless when they were in physical contact. He met his friend's eyes, though the other could not see it through his mask. The pureblood appeared confused, both by his attire and his new, elevated position. Yet he was in too tight of a spot to comment. For the first time in their lives, he was the one who held a higher position. Maybe it was petty, but Severus drew satisfaction from that.