"We're very fine, like aged whiskey," he teased, because it was easier to joke than keep going on the theme of safety. They were safe. Nothing would hurt them here. He'd try to minimize the damage to people who ended up here, but he also was not going to cry if they got hurt instead of him or Remus. On the other hand, he'd do nothing to stop them from leaving.
He snorted. "Forget about curses. James Sirius is just a terrible name for two terrible people, and I don't care that one is my brother and both are your friends. They are not people to emulate." He nodded. "He does, doesn't he? He's also less loud. I expected the worst when I met him, but I can't say that I saw Potter in him." He loved watching Remus laughing like that, so unencumbered from worries. "Binns might cause death by boredom all by himself."
Shifting, he sat against Remus, his back resting against Remus' chest. Regulus lifted his head and kissed Remus' jaw. "You're adorable when you try to play dumb, and of course that's not happening. You may review things in bed in the afternoon if they are urgent. They said we can switch days. I'm switching days, so you can switch days. I'm not seeing the reason why you need to work through the pain."
He sighed. "It's busy, and full of Muggles, but it's also filled with lights and new things that you see in every window." He snorted. "You can Apparate on top of a tree. I'm not sure why you'd do that, but you could."