Remus didn't know what to say to that. He had to believe James was exaggerating to make a point because otherwise the thought of someone being that open about such very private matters was going to break his brain -- especially if this was one of the people he was going to be running into at the clinic when he finally got off his arse and got himself over there!
"You'll get worse than crime scenes with your new association," Remus warned quietly. The more involved the young man became with the Order, the more he'd understand exactly how much Remus and Sirius and James had seen before they were his age.
"Not discussing that sounds like a safe plan," Remus agreed. "As does a pint instead of a hexing. I'm fairly certain neither Sirius nor I want you to be hexed just to get us talking. A pint or twelve will suffice."
Winking teasingly, he turned his attention back to where Sirius and Ron were still talking. A shock of pink on the other side of the two men drew Remus' attention to where Tonks was talking to Harry. From the look on Harry's face, he was just as concerned with the conversation going on between them as James Sirius and he were. He nodded in that direction. "Looks like we're not the only ones watching to make sure no wands or fists are thrown."