Remus was quite enamoured with the lace indeed. Of course, he'd have been head over heels for her if she were in a torn bathrobe at this point. The lace and satin were simply the icing on the cake as far as he was concerned.
A soft groan escaped Remus' lips as she squeezed him, suddenly cursing the amount of fabric there was between them. The touch was far too brief as far as Remus was concerned. He sat up, shucking his oxford shirt and (for once in his life) tossing it away without caring where it landed.
"Depends, there are many, many ideas," Remus said, leaning forward to kiss her, finger slipping under the bra strap and dragging it down and off her shoulder. "I think it depends with how much I can tease you before either of us gets too frustrated."