Remus' smile faltered at that; not a lot, not by long, but long enough for him to have to regain focus with a snorted laugh. Genuinely humoured by Sirius' comment, he shifted, straightening his posture another bit, elbow leaving the table. Unable to fully meet Sirius' eye, his gaze instead dipped, vaguely directed towards Sirius' lap.<br/>"I haven't been paying attention to your pants," he admitted, once again glancing up to Sirius' eye. His voice was still airy from the laugh but the tease had gone out of it for a beat. Instead, it manifested itself in a twitch between his brows, before his eyes once again dipped. "Let me get a better look -"<br/>With that, Remus' hand easily found Sirius' knee. Though the movement itself had been nonchalant, an integrated part of the bit they were playing, it still sent an electric charge up his arm. Their situation was ridicuous, but the mere fact of once again being able to touch Sirius made Remus' mind go foggy.<br/>With a little sound, Remus' hand brushed upwards, eyes still barely following his hand. "They<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>nice."