"Such generosity should probably be greatly rewarded," Remus mused with mock seriousness.
Nodding, he reached out to brush a lock of hair from where it was about to fall into Regulus' eyes. "That's fair enough. And we can look up places to see wherever we go outside what I knew, too. I heard they were doing some interesting things with blood magic in Hungary I was going to check out after Germany. We can make a list and work our way through as we go."
He smiled softly, a little amused and a little flattered, strangely enough. "I don't think I'd mind a little formal. I've never done formal, really. I stick to denim mostly because I could afford it, it lasts forever, and it goes with everything. I don't have to worry about whether the colour shirt I see is the actual colour I'm wearing. But, if you want to give me a hand with the colours, I'm sure I can find something out there you like." He winked at the younger man. "You did say the trend was tight and tighter, right?"