James was pretty sure that they were all insane. If this was how they did things, no wonder people kept dying. He was ready to throw himself in front of an hex just to avoid thinking.
"All right, so we don't trust anyone and we have no idea what's going on, which I'm pretty sure that was the conclusion we reached at the house two weeks ago." That was nice, and he didn't mean to curt, but they were trying to find this boy Voldemort was using as a donor for the Polyjuice and it was a lot more important than this.
"This has been... interesting, but I have things to do. When you guys figure out what's going on, you can let us know." He kissed Sirius. "Are you staying or are you going back to the Ministry with me?"