It was impossible for the pacing of their conversation to be affected by the presence of a child. Remus’ mind had been in high gear when he left Mulligan’s office, eager to spill nuances and advice out for Sirius to help remember. This was slower, though, more leisurely, and the details of  the meeting had already slipped to the back of Remus’ consciousness.<br/>Sirius’ insistence on his value inevitably tugged at the corners of Remus’ lips, more willing to engage with that particular tangent.<br/>“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re jealous,” Remus teased, straightening his posture slightly by lifting his chin off of his hand.