[Lupin didn't bother hiding his frown--he had come to like the jacket, in the twisted way that a thief likes a garment that he can't even fit into properly. The words don't pass over his head, however, and eventually he sighs heavily.
The door opens wider, but he still stands in the opening.]
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The door opens wider, but he still stands in the opening.]
Fine. What's in it for me?