"I don't think you go around 'just kissing' people all the time, Remus. Give me some credit. I like to think I'm a good judge of character." Jalil released his wrist when he finally settled down and smoothed his hand back over his own hip, straightening up again. Remus needed to see a therapist, he'd decided. He had anxiety issues. But Jalil didn't believe therapy was anything more than a bunch of words thrown around in a fancy manner with too many zeros at the end of a paycheck, so that wasn't a serious thought.
"I don't think less of you. In fact, that took a lot of courage." He knew he wouldn't have just.. dove right in like that. "And you let me know if I have the wrong impression or not: I think you're a nervous young man, because I intimidate you with my beliefs and my strong stances, but we've got enough in common and get along good to the point that you're beside yourself, and you were compelled to spontaneously throw yourself at me." He licked his lips some, then smiled a little bit. "I can't really.. blame you. Your favorite flavor is chocolate."