When Sirius broke the kiss, there was a brief look of pure disapproval on Remus' features; this, was however replaced with a flicker of confusion as Remus struggled to make sense of Sirius' question.<br/>Once the dots finally connected it felt like a rude awakening. Forcing himself back to reality, Remus finally loosened his grip around Sirius' neck, moving his hand, which still held the forgotten cigarette, into sight.<br/>"You can have it," Remus eventually said. His answer didn't stem from offence, though he did get the hint enough for him to take a step back, further untangling himself from Sirius.<br/>A tentative smile tugged at the corner of Remus' mouth. "I don't smoke, yeah?"