Once the brothers were inside, Remus checked over his shoulder like a paranoid bugger and shut the back entrance, paying close attention to their conversation. It wasn't like he had anything else to do but hang back and hope it all went smoothly. Even being called a prat wasn't so bad when it was said with such an excited expression.
Remus had stayed back a few feet, following the other two through the maze of the secret stage life. Back here, there were wires and stored equipment running everywhere, but Remus knew it like he lived here.
Another barrage of questions. He was starting to think that Regulus couldn't stop himself once he started and when they weren't sneered, it was kind of little-kid cute. "It's the London Symphony Orchestra," he smiled. "Gergiev is conducting Tchaikovsky - do you like him?" Remus only knew of one composer Regulus enjoyed; hopefully this would be another addition to the list.