"Oh. Cool. Good luck with the -- the dancing."

Well, he met a super hot stripper. That was one for the diary. Not that he had one but now he kind of wished he did. He waved at the odd man and then stood up to watch him get on his bike and drive off. God, what a hot stripper.

"Well, good going, Remus. You deflected the stripper." Nodding proudly, he sat back down and picked up his book. "Gonna bloody kill Peter."