"Dora." Remus walked beside her to the next bungalow, quill tapping out a quick beat on his thigh as they went. "You weren't- Well, that's not true, you have been something of a- 'Pain' is just the wrong word. But you have been somewhat difficult to interact with. But that's alright. I suppose I haven't been much better. I apologise as well." Though what he was apologising for, exactly, he wasn't sure except that he remained convinced that if he admitted that they were both at fault, she would be less likely to add to the bruise on his nose. An Auror was likely to exact revenge with her fists, while her wand didn't work.
This was awkward. Or rather, Remus felt the situation was awkward, walking down the street with a woman who couldn't make up her mind over whether she wanted him to be her husband and whether she wanted to speak with him at all. It was hard to guess at what she would do next, and Remus didn't feel comfortable with the uncertainty.