He rolled his eyes, but the smile was still present on his face. “Ironically, I wasn’t mad about it,” he commented with a lazy lift of his brow. Mainly because the passion the woman held for patient confidentiality reassured him of her knowledge of Remus’ condition. However he’d be lying if he said he didn’t respect the spitfire.
James’ eyes settled on Lily, admiring her for a moment until her face contorted into that of thought. His own features frowned softly in curiosity as he processed what she said. “Interesting...” he eventually said. He tapped his glass with the pad of a finger that held it. A tick revealing his thought process. A sense of doubt colored his features and he shook his head shortly. “Dunno about that, Sirius and I are politically nothing. You’d be more politically important than any of us.,” he stated and shifted closer to her idly. He took another sip of his drink. “That’s a good thing,” he reminded with a gentle nudge of his elbow to hers,