Remus willingly retrieved his hand from Sirius' thigh, leaning further away from Sirius in order to give him enough space to manoeuvre on the narrow bench seat. Moving away felt easy when the reward was as visible as it was; helplessly, Remus' eyes dipped to Sirius' chest as Sirius removed his outer layer of clothing.<br/>"I'll keep that in mind," he said, unfocused. Though the grin remained on his lips when he once again glanced up to meet Sirius' line of sight, the teasing edge had disappeared out of his voice.<br/>The intimacy of the situation - the promises in Sirius' words - all seemed to hit Remus at once, in one, sobering moment. For brief instance, he regretted having declined a drink, quickly finding himself out of his depth. Yet, that didn't stop his fingers from moving to his own lapels<br/>While he had leaned away from Sirius to create space for movements, Remus himself leaned forward, desperate to demfinish Sirius' immediate field of vision. Having Sirius watch him undress, even if it was just his outerwear, felt nauseatingly intimate.<br/>Tugging his jacket off his shoulders, the smile reappeared with a tease, comforted by the reestablished proximity. "Weren't you the one talking about your pants on my floor, though?"