Remus blinked at the recitation of the very intricate game of telephone that had been played to give Dumbledore an excuse to provide for the intrusion. Closing the door, he moved back to the couch he'd been sharing with Regulus -- because, really, they all knew Dumbledore knew where things stood anyway -- and purposely sat with himself positioned between Regulus and Dumbledore. He made no overtly protective gestures, but that was enough.
And then he promptly choked inwardly, working very hard not to show the reaction outwardly, at being given residential advice from his former Headmaster. "I'll certainly have to keep that in mind, Professor," he said mildly.
"It sounds like you are still enjoying your return to the castle. Will you be staying with us over the weekend? Or returning on Monday for the Transfiguration classes?" Remus hated small talk, hated being reduced to such now. But, he also really wanted to know if he could expect another unexpected visit in the middle of the dinner he had planned for Sunday.