He ran his hand over the offered present and guessed what it had to be by its weight. "Thank you, by the way. I'll open it when everyone is here. Dora would hate missing an opportunity to fawn over something," he said with a chuckle, levitating it into the living room.
Remus didn't have to reply beyond that. He too was worried about the worst cases and on top of the few he'd heard that had perished? That was a conversation for later. It was supposed to be a party after all.
"As much as I'd like to strike when the proverbial iron was hot, it would be sheer folly to do so." He wouldn't mind taking out a few of their numbers, but he wasn't suicidal either.
Remus leveled a quasi-glare at Harry. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you'd been planning this speech for quite some time," he said with a slight shake of his head. "But... you're right. It's time we did something to throw the others off our scent as it were."