[Remus doesn't really care about the nuance of his reaction, so long as the end result is leaving this conversation. Whatever thought has amused Malfoy, Remus is certain it's at his own expense, and that he doesn't want to know.
He inclines his head in what could pass for a polite farewell, and the fact that it felt like he had to get permission to dismiss himself curls bitter in his gut. He shouldn't have to feel that way, but he's all too aware the ease with which someone like Lucius could make his life hell just for a bit of rudeness in the street. He wouldn't even have to lift a finger.]
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He inclines his head in what could pass for a polite farewell, and the fact that it felt like he had to get permission to dismiss himself curls bitter in his gut. He shouldn't have to feel that way, but he's all too aware the ease with which someone like Lucius could make his life hell just for a bit of rudeness in the street. He wouldn't even have to lift a finger.]
Good day, Mr. Malfoy.