Remus’ mind had been entirely elsewhere when asking the question, the reluctant<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>Sirius offered making Remus’ brows quirk not with confusion but with startled interest. It was an odd tidbit, followed by an even odder explanation. It made Remus smile, greatly humoured and endeared witnessing Sirius fumble through what was inevitably a nonsensical name grown even more convoluted each time it had been said between the performers.<br/>When Sirius finally ran out of apologies to give, Remus couldn’t help but laugh, light-heartedly.<br/>“Well,<span style="font-style: italic">I’m</span>flattered, but it seems like you’d be settling,” Remus said, no trace of indignation in his voice. The initial awkwardness of carrying himself in the bar as an actual patron had dissipated as soon as he was in Sirius’ company, making his smile brighter and easier.<br/>“It’s not like we tend to leave together,” he added, cocking his head a little sheepishly considering Sirius already knew how Remus’ visits to the bar usually ended. The insult laid not in being perceived as Sirius’ date, but in the fact that he would have treated Sirius this carelessly<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>he been.<br/>“A sorry date they must've thought me to be.”