"I know I am." Remus could, on occasion, fake a great deal of bravado. Perhaps it came from spending so much time with Sirius and James, the kings of bravado. Not wanting to leave Sirius' lap, he leaned over to grab his bag. Any further away and he would have fallen, but he just managed to keep his balance. A box wrapped in a spare bit of newsprint was pulled from the seemingly endless confines.