Regulus rolled his eyes while Remus spoke. "You're terrible at this, aren't you? If you're going to the trouble of looking proper, you have to sound proper, too, and posh isn't just correct grammar, but the tone, and the words you use. You apologise while sounding like you couldn't care less. You accept the apology sounding like you think the other person is scum for his infraction. It's making sure you always sound like you're better than everyone else."
He closed his fingers around Remus' wrist and pulled him closer with a grin, before he brushed their lips together, teasing the flesh with his teeth. "I like proper kissing, too."
He didn't think that Remus would ever learn to speak like an aristocrat, but the kissing was perfect already. "Tea sounds nice."