The question made something in Remus’ gaze shift, still not entirely used to the fact that this was something they knew about each other; not even though Black sat across from him fresh faced, and looking like he always had. Remus watched him with meticulous interest, trying to decide if remnants of makeup still darkened Black’s lash line, or if his lashes had always been this full.<br/>“Of course,” he dismissed, a juvenile smile pulling at his lips despite his best attempts to drown it.<br/>While no one was immediately within earshot, he wasn’t in any rush to appear like he had had a long night out. Nor, for that matter, as though he had had a bad night, still feeling like he needed to compulsively remind Black that he had no aversions to his job.<br/>“You aren’t?” Remus challenged, interested in knowing if Black had asked out of sympathy.