"Next, I'll be promoting Muggle rights." He shivered despite himself. "All right, I won't do that and she already has a brother who was disowned just for that reason. I'll spare her the agony of going through that again." He chuckled. "She's eighteen and in shock. I think she's more shocked about the fact that she hasn't got married to make the family proud and that people show this much skin. I'm sure the existentialist questions will come later."
Regulus nodded. "I know, but I wish it weren't." He probably should want Remus not to be a werewolf, but instead he was worrying about the pain and impact on his body more than the fact that his family would have found it unthinkable that he was involved with a beast. "However, I do enjoy spending the morning with you." It was good to see how relaxed Remus was around him. He'd never had anyone trust him so much.
"I'm sure you weren't imagining what we were doing in the dungeon," he said as his hand ran over the inside of Remus' thigh.
He laughed when Remus asked the question. "That was my reaction. When I pointed out that he's only been here twice and both times there was a problem, he said he was trying something new. He wanted to thank me for the house. He and James saw it and liked it, which isn't surprising. The fact that he thanks me for it is new."