Amusement lingering in weary eyes, Remus gives him a new once-over, realising that he had missed obvious hints on the first time, lack of wrinkles perhaps. Severus really hasn't changed much in terms of fashion sense ever since childhood.

"You're positively young in current company," he muses, scratching his bearded jaw thoughtfully. "Ten years to your future, he's still alive and well."

Just a few months ago he had taken on Voldemort in the Ministry.

Something tickles at his memory, something about the ministry, the department of mysteries in particular. But the thought is merely a ghost of an idea, so he leaves it to brew for now.