Remus’ attention remained on Black, his head turning as the other straightened his posture, finding that it was difficult not to look. Sharing a dorm, Black had become a baseline constant in Remus’ life to the point where he rarely was out of Remus’ sight for more than a few hours at a time. After all, Remus saw Black’s face far more often than he saw his own.<br/>However, seeing him here, like this, only seemed to enhance the striking beauty of Black’s features, making it impossible to believe Remus had all but grown used to them.<br/>Instinctively, he mirrored the motion, compelled to stand with Black, turning his back towards the bar. His gaze flickered from Black’s eyes to his lips, not in suggestiveness but with the recognition that Black not only had painted them, but that their eyeline no longer was where he expected it to be; undoubtedly in heels, Black unexpectedly towered above him.<br/>“Took me a few nights,” Remus admitted, though his smile failed to downplay the feit. Settling into their height difference, Remus relaxed against the bar, adding another few inches to it.