Remus nodded, finding that that made sense, all things considered; it had been hard to tell, though, both with Remus’ irregular schedule and Black’s, and the fact that they didn’t coincide back at the dorm at night didn’t really mean anything.<br/>“Didn’t expect you to be blonde,” Remus elaborated, an easy smile on his lips as his eyes drifted. He believed that to be a thoughtless and wrong assumption, when he other nights had primarily looked for a brunette.<br/>The grey of Black’s eyes, usually striking against his dark hair, perfectly justified the blonde of the wig, easily and effectively blurring the line between reality and costume. It was greatly interesting, keen for the morning to come and for Remus to yet again see Black’s face bare, if only to confirm how much of the beauty before him came naturally.<br/>“It’s nice,” Remus eventually felt compelled to add, realizing his gaze had drifted and not wanting to discomfort Black.<br/>His attention refocused on Black’s eyes, a smile pulling his lips lopsided. “Suits you well.”