That's not the point. The point is that if I die, you have to shoot an arrow for me-- in my stead, you understand-- and bury my remains there. If there are remains. Which there likely won't be.
Sorry, what exactly is happening to you that there aren't any remains? You're a wizard, aren't you? You're just going to, what--roll over and let the manticores have you?
Anyway, I'm going with you. Like hell I'd let you die. And that shooting and burying business sounds like far too much work--nooooo thanks. I'd rather just save your lousy hide and deal with you.
Nah, you seized on it too quickly for mere amusement. That was excitement if I ever heard it--and don't even try to deny it, all right, I know excitement when I hear it.
[He positively sighs his name, and presses his clasped hands to his chest in a fit of ecstasy--complete with eyelash fluttering and heavy drawn-in breath.]
Yes, well. God knows I've played my cards against my chest, or kept my heart hidden, or whatever you'd like to call it. I'd appreciate a bit less breathless gasping, if it's all the same to you.
[He's done with the eyelash fluttering and sighing and everything, just as abruptly as he started with it, and he waves Remus off dismissively--though he's smiling as he does it, which means that he is not-so-secretly pleased.]
Save it, Lupin, for some time where you actually need to thank me.
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