[ the typical grumpiness almost camouflages the tenderness of their statement - unsurprising, having them say something romantic about the same way they'd comment on a new outfit they dislike. Lupin blinks at them for a moment, their words apparently piercing through his town-addled skull at last, judging by the way his expression warms. It's not without some concern - he never likes how ready they are to sacrifice themself for him - but it's warm nonetheless.

Until their other comment. He pauses, brow furrowing, and then he scratches his head, apparently puzzled. ]

I... didn't think about it, to tell you the truth. I'm not sure how I didn't. Crossing this lake was all that was on my mind.