James clapped Remus' arm, grinning. "Remus, mate, I'm a private person, and if I don't consider it a details, you can bet that it's not. Remind me never to let you talk to Pucey. He's a friend of Ben and Dale, runs the new werewolf clinic. The man shags in front of you and it doesn't consider it a detail," he said, chuckling.
He nodded. "That sounds like smart advice and very true. I haven't covered that many crime scenes yet, but procedures only work so far."
He chuckled at the warning. "We won't discuss how I'll expend my energy in the meantime, but I'll do it first thing on Wednesday."
James looked at Remus carefully. It was going to take a lot more to be able to read the werewolf. Sirius he understood implicitly. James, he could guess. Remus was more of a puzzle that he intended to figure out. "Yeah, well, I'm not getting myself hexed again so you two can talk. Perhaps a pint would be a much better alternative."
He looked at Remus, trying not to smile, but giving up pretty soon. "I'll keep that in mind, but I call making up something very different. Besides, we don't have time for that. He's made me his promises," he said with a smirk, trying of their promise to fuck against every surface of the house. That should make sure that they didn't have time for fights.