He nods, instantly, because he might not feel entirely comfortable just yet, but he's still enough of a stereotype that he knows some tea will do him well and calm him down. "Please," he begs, wanting to feel safe and secure again, because honestly, right now, he's still shaking and jittering from all the could-have-beens and what-ifs.

"I don't think it was after me," he protests, reaching out to stop Sirius from doing anything like wards or spells. "I was in the wrong place at the wrong time," he insists.