“No,” Remus said, a blanket but boyish dismissal. Something within him felt humorously affronted by the assumption that he hadn’t, or that he had read it with less interest than Sirius seemingly had himself.<br/>Shifting in his seat, Remus finally sat up straighter, this being a conversation he was surprisingly keen to invite. The change in perspective sent a dull thrum through his system, proof that he perhaps hadn’t sobered entirely back up; it wasn’t unpleasant.<br/>“No, Verne is an old favourite of mine,” he elaborated as he abandoned the book on his nightstand. There was an easy grin on his lips as his eyes returned onto Sirius. “Didn’t have to sneak them in, though.”