Something about Sirius answer seemed to humour Remus, as a toothy smile replaced the tentative grin. Stopping an arms-length away from Sirius, Remus instead stuffed his hands into his coat pockets. Despite the chill of the evening air, Remus felt flushed and comfortable.<br/>"Alright," he answered, a laugh still lingering in his voice. Most of the itch to reach out for Sirius had passed, taking away most of the intensity surrounding his being.<br/>Though Remus no longer looked at Sirius as he could devour him, Remus had relaxed into a new found, easy sort of friendliness he had yet to feel comfortable in when sober; the toothy smile remained. "Are they used to you disappearing?"