Sirius’ question took Remus aback, misinterpreting the infliction. As he glanced back up at him, hand still at his cuff, a grin pulling at his lips and confusion furrowed his brow.<br/>“Do<span style="font-style: italic">you </span>think that you are?” he asked, his voice airy with a surprised laugh.<br/>Remus’ gaze skimmed across Sirius’ features, and those he shared with Puppy, with her made up eyes and lips. Rarely before had Remus met someone who contained multitudes, each facet of Sirius’ life more interesting than the next. Remus found himself constantly surprised, making it terribly hard not to continue showing up for him, eternally intrigued by the possibility of there being<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>.<br/>A smile remained etched on his features, above all humoured.<br/>“I think you’re spectacularly interesting.”