"I have to at least pretend not to like them," Remus said with a slight wrinkle of his nose. He swatted at her playfully, glancing ruefully at his shoulder. "You seem to be missing the mark of my neck, love," he teased. "It gives me an air of mystery, you say? If I've gotten into duels where the only marks made were on my neck, I would have much preferred those sorts. Knowing kids of the day, I think you'll agree when I say their minds are on sex, not duels."
Grinning, Remus gave a little squeeze. "Not in particular. Only that I like groping and I have you nude and sitting on top of me. Connect the dots if you wish."