This almost managed to make Remus snicker; the formality of Sirius’ question suddenly did no longer feel juvenile, and honestly Remus liked that better. He liked hearing Sirius’ thoughts, liked the explicit confirmation of want it allowed for, and the question felt like a proof that Sirius wasn’t going into this blind, but had given it some thought since last time. Remus so wished Sirius would one day tell him exactly had occupied Sirius’ thoughts, finding himself constantly chasing to live up to Sirius’ expectations of him.<br/>Ducking his head, Remus met Sirius’ lips in a grinned kiss, loaded with the reassurance that anything he could ever ask of him would be alright.