As his fingers made contact with Sirius' Remus grinned, boyishly, at the reestablished intimacy. Instead of urging the grip to urge Sirius further up the stairs, Remus himself remained stationary, instead only egging Sirius to move closer.<br/>"Are you sure?" he challenged with a smile, only some degree of consideration for the neighbouring flats in the volume of his voice.<br/>It was the early hours of the morning, and it wasn't unlikely that some tenants had stirred awake for early shifts. Remus could feel it in the way his exhaustion had started to suicide that he, too, would be up by then for the early shifts at work.<br/>It must have been that realisation that made him lower his voice.<br/>"Do you just taste that sweet?"<br/>The comment as said in equal parts taunt and joke, the smile far less incriminating than the tone he took. Sirius had been right; his drink of choice<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>tasted sweet and fruity, and Remus had been able to taste it on Sirius' lip for the most part of the evening.