[ oh boy, one of these types!! Here he was, rushing over, thinking the poor man was passed out or in need of help, but no. He raises an eyebrow. ]

It's fine. You haven't got much to cover up.

[ not INTERESTED in your flat beshirted man-chest, buddy! Lupin stays put anyways, resting a hand on one hip. ]

If you can keep your indecent wiles in check, I should be able to explain the town to you. What did you want to know?