There was no way, Aaron thought, that he could brush this off as a visit in his capacity as priest. He wasn't wearing his collar, or even black clothes and the prostitute still had his hand on his thigh. "Don't worry, he's a fried," the man said, smiling, trying to calm his nervous client. "He's a dear. He just wants to make sure I'm safe. And I'm doing perfectly fine."

So, Remus clearly knew this man's profession, making this an even more compromising situation. "I'm sorry, I can't do this," he said, rushed, and got up to leave. He didn't dare looking Remus in the eye as he rushed to the exit.