Though Remus’ eyes probably wandered as much as Sirius’, seemingly constantly dipping to the child on his lap, Remus’ attention was unwaveringly on Sirius. Remus had come to familiarize himself with the immense focus Sirius was able to direct to his work, or to conversations they held, and Remus couldn’t help but find it charming seeing said focus waver. Sirius’ looked more of a boy as a result of it.<br/>“Why, did you consider yourself as my<span style="font-style: italic">mentor</span>?” he challenged, a well-meaning tease woven into his tone of voice.<br/>Draping an arm overtop of the backrest, Remus propped his head up on his knuckles, an easy grin on his lips. “Bit full of yourself, that, isn’t it?”