Among unfamiliar sounds, Sirius’ voice cut through it all with ease, making Remus’ eyes dart to him, no issue placing him in the room.<br/>“Hi, teach,” Remus greeted with a lopsided grin, amplifying the sheepish use of words. Remus knew better than to address Sirius by his given name at work, and though he had come to learn the name under which he performed, it still felt too intimate for him to use.<br/>Shifting his weight, Remus mindlessly took half a step towards Sirius, further narrowing down the space of their conversation, although it didn’t particularly make maintaining eye contact any easier.<br/>“Were you expecting someone else?” he pressed, the challenge in his voice softened by the grin on his lips, his eyes bright and interested as he looked Sirius over. He was constantly taken aback by how exquisitely delicate Sirius’ features were even beneath make-up other more conservative men would certainly deem vulgar.<br/>It did nothing to dampen Remus’ smile, though.<br/>“Who’s Moony?”