Remus sat silent for a moment, taking a minute to let Sirius' words fully sink in. Remus was sure that Sirius wasn't wrong, but the lack of elaboration didn't invite to any discussion, despite him feeling fairly confident in the fact that they could probably come to a similar definition of what precisely they considered as swimming - or, possibly more fittingly, surviving.<br/>Eventually, Remus let out the air he had been holding for the duration of his considerations; he shifted his position, crossing his arms across his chest as he momentarily glanced at the floor.<br/>"I'd like to continue this back and forth, but can't think of any proverb about doing the dishes," he finally stated, his voice not initially giving away his joking intentions. His eyes found Sirius', and a smile crept back onto his lips. "At least not one that rhymes. But I do think I should get moving."