"This is entirely true. You mean, you wouldn't have been happy wearing some godawful lace and satin concoction, walking down the aisle wobbling in an attempt not to fall over from wearing the high heeled shoes? Why, Dora, I never would have guessed," Remus teased with a smirk.
As he looked at her now, he knew it was what she was most comfortable in. True, he was the one in a button down shirt and trousers, but given the fact he was always in them, it wasn't much of an effort to dress up. Remus was one of those rare men who could get away with wearing pastel colours and still look good.
"I think we'll have to do something when we get home," Remus replied. "Besides, a reception means you get to open gifts." He grew serious, cuddling her against his side while they moved. "You are right as much as my sensibilities are against spur of the moment decisions, it was the right way of things. It suits us which is all that truly matters." They were far from the typical couple, so why should a typical wedding have been appropriate?
Chuckling, Remus pinched her again. "I do believe I was," he said, face breaking into a wide grin. "I do hear that it's different. And you call me a prat for thinking only of sex after marrying you and here you're doing the same thing." Remus gave a teasing tsk,tsk. "I hear it's different as well. So the question remains, Mrs Lupin: do we wander around a bit or do I take you back to our hotel and keep you in bed for the rest of the day? I'm open to either suggestion."