Normally, sharks wouldn't even be a bother. But without a wand, they might prove a bit troublesome. Huh. Maybe there were sharks. Could you fish for sharks? Or would you have to call that sharking? A sharkerman. Yeah. He could totally do that.
Yeah. They were still standing up. Good sign, that. No new sounds of alarm were coming from anywhere, so James promptly disregarded any inclination he'd had toward concern a few moments before.
"You are fine," James agreed reflexively, though his grin made the affirmation a good deal less comforting and a good deal more suggestive, but even he was aware of the fact that it was just stupidly uncreative-- something James found all too amusing. Where was Sirius? Sirius would've thought it was funny.
His eyes focused anew on Regulus's features, on gray eyes he knew better than he ought. Oh. Right. Sirius wouldn't think this was funny. Okay, parts of it. Just not a couple of the important details. His smile began to comfortably ease from his lips, leaving them hinting at the smile that was never too far from his face.
"But you're all right, too," he added, quietly entertained by his own ability to turn a phrase and Regulus's penchant for getting himself so tousled up. He swept his gaze over as much of Regulus as he could manage, given how close they were. "How'd'you always get yourself so mussed up?"