"Are you cold?"



"Are you?"

"No, why should I be?"

"Well I just wondered if, in asking me, it was a subtle hint as to your climatic condition."

"Climatic condition?! I'm not even sure I want to have a climatic condition… I have enough conditions already thank you!"

"I merely meant…"

"I know. Its fine."

"So, why the concern as to my warmth? The fire is lit; we seem to have an abundance of very hairy blankets…"

"They're mohair…"

"They make me sneeze."


"I will try to avoid inhaling them."

"I should. So, you're not cold then."




"Well I was wandering, why you keep your shirt on whenever we're, you know…"

"Have you no idea?"

"Well, maybe."

"Maybe. You, a man of some intelligence, take to asking about the bush questions when a simple one would do the trick."

"Well, you know…"

"No, I do not. I'm sure you know the answer, and I assume you respect that."

"Of course I do! So, my assumed answer is correct?"

"Most probably."

"Oh. You do know, though, it is fine."

"No, it is not. It is neither something I am proud of nor something I feel should confront you every time we are, you know…"


"You say 'Oh' too much."



"I see."

"Or not, even. Is that not the point of this conversation?"

"True. Do you think, in time, you'll maybe trust me enough…"

"I do not know it is a matter of trusting you, Remus. More myself. And probably."

"Good. I would like to know every inch of you. Including the bits you try to hide."

"You are a brave man, Remus Lupin."