"Oh?" Remus asked, draping his jacket over the back on an empty arm chair. Remus' voice was breathy with a laugh and surprise but seemed, over all, intrigued by the suggestion; at least enough for him to willingly play along with it. "Celebrate our freedom how?"<br/>The question was spoken with an unintentional cocking of an eyebrow, as Remus placed both hands on the backrest of the chair, leaning in a little. There was a hint of a challenge in his posture and a hint of a smile on his lips, genuinely interested in what type of celebration Sirius thought Remus would agree to.