Remus nodded slightly. "Oh, erm... There's a coffee table in the front room just there, next to the couch. That'd be alright. Anything.. erm... any... thing in particular for drinks? I've got... we've..." he bit his lower lip, thinking. "We've got.. wine and there's vodka, here. Oh, and fizzy drinks if you're not into alcohol. There's probably beer, I don't drink it, but Sirius does..."

He sighed, knowing that he was rambling nervously and that he was fidgeting, but he couldn't help it. He wasn't the most sociable of people. And his chest stung.