Remus smiled, his long fingers rubbing at the scars on his face. "Thank you very much. Could I have some rum and for food... anything you've got. I'm not picky, and I assure you, I'm very hungry. Starving, even." He smiled again to make it less awkward.

Remus inspected him. He was a handsome man, really. Someone who looked like tending bar was a side job from, say, underwear model. Or a vacation from.

"What brings you to Tadfield, young man?" Remus asked, fingering his wand idly in its small thin pocket (sewn into the cloak by himself, ages ago). "It doesn't seem like the place for someone so... glittery." He covered his mouth. "Oh. I'm sorry. It just popped out. But you do have a touch of glitter by your left temple."