"I wasn't feeling bad so much for you, James, as for the world and what hasn't truly changed from my time after all. You," he teased, "I suspect are enough to give most sane villains pause." Of course, neither Voldemort nor rogue werewolves were sane. But, they'd grown somber enough for a party conversation.
Besides, Remus wouldn't be Remus if he wasn't worrying over someone. It was merely James' lot to be worming his way into the werewolf's affections, which left him open to be worried about.
"Well, look at it this way. At least you outed yourself, rather than someone else doing so out of spite." Or opening a history book. "And you're both happy. Anything beyond that is really none of anyone's business and you shouldn't worry about it."
Hello, Cauldron. My name is Pot.
Remus silently agreed they'd had enough excitement in the Weasley family for quite some time. "Maybe you'll get lucky and there won't be any."