Remus shook his hand, his smile turning a touch conspiratorial, even as he leaned forward a little. "Indeed. Night is young and all that." He reached for some bar nuts, and offered Faizel the little bowl before he took a small handful himself. "...So what would you rather be doing, if you weren't here?" he asked, swivelling a little on his stool so he could watch the crowd as well.
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