The little acknowledgement of Black’s cuppa had thoughtlessly made Remus shift, straightening his posture to read for the kettle. Serving himself another cup of tea, Remus’ eyes darted to Black at the clarification, his interest piqued.<br/>“Yeah?” he prompted, though he came up short for any viable follow-up questions. The subject still felt touchy, entirely too intimate and private to discuss over breakfast in the dining hall, but Remus was dying to know how Black’s night had progressed, having left him in such a state.<br/>It was only then and there that Remus felt any sense of disappointment having left the bar too early to watch Black perform, but as his gaze flickered off of Black’s eyes, it seemed to strike him all at once. The memory of Black done up and the name Puppy immediately came to mind.<br/>Briefly, Remus’ met Black’s eyeline, a knowing little smile pulling at his lips as his eyes almost immediately ducked to serve himself some milk. “Late night?”