The immediate prospect of something concrete to do pulled Remus out of his reverie, eyes flickering between James and the man, who was still uncomfortably difficult to look at.<br/>“Of course,” he blurted, realizing it had probably been terribly rude not to offer it himself. It had, however, felt immensely bold to address the man’s state of undress, having been afraid to misinterpret the choice glimpses of skin.<br/>Though not thrilled by having to share his wardrobe, certain it was considerably more modest than the clothes James could offer, Remus moved towards his bedroom. After all, there was no real alternative.<br/>“You can take a seat,” he eventually invited, accepting the turn his evening had taken. With that, he disappeared into the dark bedroom.