Remus laughed, a loud, boisterous guffaw that erupted from her command but with a decent pretense of spontaneity. He stopped, stroking her nose gently once it had returned to the usual shape. "Sexy," he commented. "Increasingly large belly, increasingly large nose. I think it ought to have your gifts, and it can just toddle around, fucking around with its facial features at will."
He kissed her again before pushing up from the floor, wandering through the apartment by intuition and spatial awareness of where things usually were. "Stay put," he demanded, padding into the little kitchen to find bread, nutella, forks and a knife before returning. "Can you see where I put my wand?" he asked, intending to telescope the forks for toast making.