"Hmmm," Remus mused as he set his journal aside, eyes flicking up to his guest. After all of that, he thought it was best to just close the thing and put it away; nothing good could really come from a bunch of rambling and he wanted to stop while he was ahead. "I might be convinced," he shrugged and stretched a little, getting up from his desk.
"It'd be easier if you just asked questions. I'm better at giving answers." Almost nervously, he started to finger the end of his sleeve that was all worn from overwear; but it was his favorite, dark green sweater.