"I think I'm the one more likely to lose a verbal war with you." The tone was light, but Remus already knew if it came to battling Regulus with words, he was out of his depth -- an odd feeling for someone used to being the wordsmith amoung his acquaintances. "I'd rather not start one with my best friend's brother. Or someone I'd like to call friend."
Some of the sheepish quality slipped out of his smile, which reached his eyes now. "I can imagine." He'd spent some time amoung the teenaged Weasleys, after all. Remus blinked in confusion a moment, not quite understanding what he was being dense about, not consciously. Then he turned his head back to meet that unwavering gaze.
"Intrigued," was the steady response. After a moment of silence, there came a cheeky grin. "I'm a brash Gryffindor, after all. Never learned to recognise danger."