Something deep inside of Remus ached at that reaction. Something in the region of his heart. "Siri..." He wanted to pull the other boy back into his arms, to hold him there and demand that he not admit something like that and then immediately cut himself off like that. Instead, he cleared his throat, redirecting. "Yeah, chocolate. Chocolate's great. Um, curer of all ills, or so I hear." He grabbed a bar off a nearby shelf and, unwrapping one end, took a large bite.