James' eyebrows reached his hair line as Severus went on. This was precious. Or maybe he had entered some alternate reality, because he had not just heard what he thought he heard.
"Let me see if I understand this correctly. Dumbledore is dying, which I assume people don't know about, because it's not the sort of news that stays secret. You have a person who killed Voldemort twice who can take over and people would follow him. Instead you think the solution is to have the three of us be in charge." He snorted. "Sweet Merlin, you've lost your minds."
He stared at the two of them. "Why? Why me? I haven't been the biggest supporter of the Order. I mean I'd done what I was supposed to, but I'm not like McKinnon. I don't think the Order is some kind of big extended family. I've told Dumbledore 'no' more than once and he knows I don't trust him. Moody here doesn't like me, and you think I'm a moron more days than not. SO why do you want me?"