Every single little thing about Sirius made Remus' heart do somersaults in his chest. The sweet, unabashed interest audible in his words and expressions seemed a stark contrast to the shy little glances he sent Remus, making it that much more overwhelming. It brought to the surface an urge to reach out for Sirius, wanting so desperately to have Sirius repeat himself, this time breathed into his skin.<br/>When Sirius' shoulders bumped against his knees, Remus jumped. Every fiber of his being felt tightly wound, but the boyishness of Sirius' touch was deeply disappointing and far from enough.<br/>"Of course," Remus replied, sounding almost off handed, as he once again shifted.<br/>His attention had finally left Sirius, tipping his head out towards the room. Though he had managed a few bites while Sirius had been speaking, Remus placed the food container back onto the table practically full.<br/>He relaxed back against the armrest, a grin finally emerging onto his lip. For a moment, he paused, trying to judge their situation.<br/>There was no doubt in Remus' mind that Sirius wanted him, too; that he, too, sat feeling on edge with anticipation. It made it that much easier to indulge in.<br/>He pulled one leg back, bending it further at the knee as it no longer made contact with Sirius.<br/>"There's a lot of things I want to do with you," Remus admitted with a grin, the joke lost in the honesty of his words.