Remus almost made a face at that response, every fiber of his being fighting to disagree with that statement. Remus was hardly<span style="font-style: italic">pretty</span>in his every day life, and even less so in this context in time, and yet, the way his heart skipped a beat managed to cut off any snarky reply he might have prepared.<br/>"Clearly," Remus simply repeated, the airiness of his voice making it sound like a laugh. The corner of his mouth had tugged another bit upward.<br/>As he had returned to the table, Remus had taken notice of the fact that Sirius had been watching him; it felt incredulous that<span style="font-style: italic">anybody</span>would have thought him for a regular. It made the easiness of the joke that much more earnest.<br/>Remus paused, considering something, before continuing down a path Sirius might have been intent on deflecting from.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">You're</span>here enough that the barlad knows your order," Remus added to his own prior statement. His voice was still easy, though the grin remained on his lips even when speaking.<br/>Finally his eyes left Sirius', dipping to the drink in his hand with a gestured little nod.<br/>Remus' smile, had once again widened, finding it dangerously easy slipping into a world of their own, back in the safety of the booth.<br/>When Remus spoke, his infliction had barely changed.<br/>"Tell me, what does a<span style="font-style: italic">Sirius</span>taste like?"