[Remus gives him a look, but nods acceptance.] All right. But afterwards I *am* taking care of you, and *no* arguments! [He reaches for the Map again, bringing it around in front of them. He clears his throat and speaks with calm solemnity.] I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. [All of a sudden, writing appears on the Map. It's followed by the blossoming sketch that Remus had drawn, now appended by hundreds of little stick figures that show where everyone is. He flips through the parchment until he can find their flat, where the figures for him and James are sitting.] Prongs, it's perfect! Absolutely brilliant!