Snape examined his hands, still flat on the desk in front of him. "I… still find myself questioning my ability to be a father to the boy. "
Dumbledore simply smiled to himself, moving back towards the door and examining some of the potion vials on the nearest shelf.
Incensed by his apparent lack of concern, Severus fixed the headmaster with a stare.
"Curious, isn't it?" Dumbledore pondered.
"What is that?" he snapped, rapidly losing patience.
"That a man as capable and accomplished as yourself should doubt his ability when it comes to such matters. Now, if you don't mind, I think I will go in search of that custard tart, my boy," the headmaster said, turning towards the door.