It was hard to distinguish whether or not it had been the cool evening air or Sirius' suggestion that made the hairs on Remus' neck stand. For a split second, Remus considered if the quickest option wasn't also the best option. After all, Sirius was well aware of the implications of his invitation, making it far more tempting to give in.<br/>Remus shifted in order to stand in front of Sirius, his hand lazily dragging the line from Sirius' spine to his waist, no intention on withdrawing it. Inattentively, as if Sirius' words ment Remus would be able to distinguish Sirius' flat from the rest, his eyes darted to the buildings surrounding them, his gaze lost to an nondescript point above Sirius' shoulder.<br/>"Mine's - not," he admitted with a crooked smile, the pause occurring as he considered whether or not he should embellish the distance. The bar was close to work and to Kingsley's, making part of it's appeal how stopping for a pint there cut Remus' commute in half when heading home Friday afternoons.<br/>Regardless, it made him smile, a twitch appearing and reappearing at the corner of his mouth, humoured as he carefully considered his words. To be candid, he hadn't planned on going home with anybody tonight, some of that thrill still shining through the ridicule of the more practical details visibly going through his mind.<br/>After a moment's pause, the smile finally gained foothold, Remus' eyes returning onto Sirius with a glint in his eye. When he spoke, his voice was barely short of a laugh, for once explicitly loaded with specific expectations for the evening.<br/>"Wanna go there anyway?"