"Well, hopefully he won't be something small and tasty..." he chuckled. "If he manages a rabbit or some other manner of small animal, then obviously I'd really rather he not. No sense risking him becomming a light snack. But aside from that, I don't mind at all. I was merely wondering if you were planning on leaving." he smirked, knowing James's mind had been lingering on Remus having been alone lately, whether it was at that moment or not. Really, as much as he cared for his fellow Marauders, being alone wasn't as much of a burden as they seemed to think it was. "So, when will you start then? The lessons, I mean?" he asked, taking another sip of his tea.
He had to laugh at the idea. Surely, his son wouldn't become something akin to a tasty treat for Remus. It simply wasn't possible. Still, his brow quirked up at the suggestion that he might be running off somewhere. It wasn't so much that he was planning on it, but the future wasn't as certain as it used to be for James. Still, he drew a grin across his lips as he said, "Come on - not even dying got me out of your hair, I don't reckon you're going to manage to be rid of me anytime soon." Shifting in his seat, he gave a casual shrug. "Depends on how long it takes him to get through the books. I put him on the... accelerated reading track. He's a clever kid, though, so I'm guessing not nearly as long as it took us."
"Right, well... I'm sure it won't take him as long, since he won't have to sneak in and out of the Restricted Section by night for the information. And you were... thirteen if I recall, when you began the quest?" He smiled wistfully. "I remember Harry when he was my student. Quite the gifted wizard, truly. If he was able to do a patronus at 13, then I'm quite certain he will manage this without much difficulty. He has his mother's abilities." he smirked, knowing he was taking the piss out of James. He left the questions of life and death alone, though he was certain he likely couldn't completely surpress the look that crossed his face... perhaps a wince at the rememberence of loosing his friends? Perhaps something else?
It was impossible to prevent the spread of memories across his mind, fond ones, even if they bore Peter's presence. Excited whispers, pressing in close to read the next page, the thrill of a secret this big, the effort in keeping it hidden from Remus- James nodded, thanking his mum in his head yet again for the cloak. At the last, James scoffed, picked up a book from the chair-side table and tossed it fondly at Remus' head. Emotions James couldn't quite place seemed to flash across Remus' features. Maybe regret. "Harry said something a while ago, about when you and Sirius found... after Sirius got out of Azkaban," he started gently. "About how keeping my best friends killing someone." He cocked his head to the side, his tone still casual. After all, he'd been kicking around the idea for weeks now. "D'you reckon he knows about the things we all had to do during the w-" he corrected: "the first war?" In the back of his head, he knew it was different, killing a man in cold blood and the things you have to do to survive a war. A different sort of morality governed each one, but when James wanted to confirm his conscience, it was generally Remus who provided a moral compass.