As Black leaned close and the flame of the match illuminated his features, Remus realized he was still wearing make up. Certainly not as much as he had started his evening with, but enough that shimmer caught the light, and enough for Remus’ gaze to flicker, attention removed from the cigarette balanced between Sirius’ lips.<br/>Had Sirius not straightened his posture, Remus might have let the cigarette burn his fingers, only flicking it off in a thoughtless mirrored motion, shifting when Sirius did. It allowed the darkness to creep closer around them, and at a distance, Remus wondered if Sirius’ lips weren’t that pink naturally, wondering if he had been wearing lipstick, too.<br/>“Sure,” Remus muttered, incoherently, a grin pulling at his lips as he drew his knees up, steadying his elbow on his right as he took a drag.