Dark wizards and Aurors after him, and the Order, and Regulus Black got antsy around James. It really was nice being James Potter.
Maybe it was hard to blame Regulus, given the liberties James took with him. And it wasn't as if it had gone off without a hitch, the last time he'd woken Regulus up-- but to his own credit, he had been trying to be nice and he'd had no way of knowing that Regulus's roommate was going to come back from the Christmas holiday early. What, on anybody else might have worn as paranoia, on Regulus it was often just sort of common sense.
And just because it was hard to blame Regulus didn't mean James felt the least bit inclined to abate. He glanced around, estimating Regulus's awareness of their company, or the lack thereof. From where he was, James doubted he could even see Remus's bed. Which was far too entertaining. Regulus always seemed capable of believing the absolute worst of James, his intentions, and sometimes his intelligence. If it weren't for James's solid belief the frame of mind had far more to do with Regulus's narrow perspective and not at all to do with any sort of accurate appraisal, James might have felt a little offended. And, he supposed, it didn't exactly help matters that he sometimes played it up a bit.
He was pulling Regulus close again, pulling his hand down the thin material across Regulus's chest. The descent of his hand brushed aside the sheet that covered the other as he teased lower still. "Now be quiet, or you'll wake everyone else up," he warned, his voiced hushed enough to hopefully be convincing.