[ yeah, he's a little insane, but he likes to think that's part of his charm. Cairngorm, perhaps, does not share that viewpoint so much; Lupin makes a face of disbelieving amusement when they come over yet leave the window closed. Anxiety is written into their features more visibly than usual, and it makes him feel a little more nervous, too, but he doesn't show it (he never does.) Now's not the time for nerves. If they've got worries, then it's his job to assuage those worries and handle things for them. Striking a balance between captivating them and comforting them here is a thin line to walk, but he doesn't intend to trip up. ]

That's right. But I'm starting with a kidnapping first. [ he keeps his voice low, too - he'd rather not deal with any interruptions. Returning to his usual confident expression, he makes a beckoning motion. ] Now, come with me. I've got a lot to say to you that you shouldn't hear through a window.

[ he'd hold his hand out to them if it weren't for that window, too, but alas. ]