Remus' attention had already drifted, unaware of Sirius' proximity before the sound of the glass being placed on the table brough Remus' back to reality. Eyes immediately darting towards Sirius, his pulse quickened solely by the sensation of the seatcushion shifting beneath Sirius' weight.<br/>"No," Remus answered honestly, his expression almost sheepish. Though slowly, a grin peered onto to his lips, as a thrill ran down his spine at the realisation that Sirius was<span style="font-style: italic">flirting</span>with him.<br/>He turned further towards Sirius, welcoming his proximity in any way that he could without touching him. "But maybe I should start."<br/>Reaching out for Sirius still felt daunting, even in their own little corner of the bar. His field of vision dimished by the intoxication, and having turned this far, he could almost pretend Sirius was the only one here with him.<br/>Remus rested one elbow against the tabletop, temple resting against his knuckles; by then he was grinning widely. "Would you be here?"