And that was where the root of the problem was. Remus shifted to face Tonks, staring into her eyes and her still slightly-marked face. "Without the Wolfsbane... and until Snape can figure something out? I cannot chance it. Because I do not keep my mind and would just as soon kill you as I would curl up in your lap. Without the Wolfsbane... I do not keep my mind, Dora. I don't even know who you are and you look like food to me. I can't even control my anger closer to the moon anymore and the thought that I could hurt you without knowing what I'm doing keeps me up at night."
He closed his eyes briefly, leaning into her touch. "No, neither of us are getting any younger, particularly as it is my birthday. And believe me... I do wish to call you my wife and I can hear my mother ranting about how I'm living in sin right now."