[ she's got such a pure heart. Lupin is quick to feel guilty for making her doubt herself - he's quicker to feel a happy little skip in his pulse after her explanation. He's not terribly materialistic - ironic, for a thief, especially one who'd spent most of his childhood dirt poor - but suddenly, he really wants to open all of those. It doesn't even matter what's inside of them; they're full of her feelings, and that's better than any gift he could receive. ]

You're not wrong. I was just - surprised. Nobody's actually showered me in presents before. [ he rubs his nose. it's rare to see him shy, but his body language now suggests that he's actually a little flustered. ] ...You don't need to thank me for anything, you know. But... you're welcome.

[ a pause. he sighs, amused, as he pulls out a big bouquet of white and red roses from behind his back; there seems to be something attached to them. ]

You're really giving me a run for my money, though. Who could have guessed my dear lady would be this romantic? I'm a little troubled.