"Technically I constantly have a fever," Remus said with a laugh. His lycanthropy saw to that and giving him a permanent body temperature a few degrees above what was considered normal. However, in the winter, he didn't mind it too much as it tended to keep him warmer (and also gave Tonks reason to cuddle closer as well). He kept up with the rhythmic motion of his hands, his movements radiating out from the knee up her thigh and along her calf where he could easily reach without having to lean. "I'm beginning to think I have to be immune to this," Remus replied. "It's the only logical explanation, especially given the fact that I still slept beside you and there's been no change in my own health."
He was tired, but he wasn't about to admit it either. "I'll get sleep tonight," Remus promised with a slight incline of his head. He still wasn't used to accepting others worrying over his well-being but if it distracted Tonks from itching, who was he to complain?
"You're not making it? What a relief!" Remus teased, a grin splitting his face in two. "I think you wound up with the metamorphmagus gene and it took up all the space. It left no room for the cooking or anti-klutz gene." He shifted, sliding closer to her, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Lucky for me, though, I like you just the way you are."