"This summer, we can go swimming in France, since you don't like Spain, and we can see who can hold his breath longer. I think it's a wonderful way to test this theory." Regulus snorted. "No, I wouldn't say that. One of you not thinking is enough and Sirius has that title already." He listened to Remus explain it and nodded. "That makes sense. I still think you need to look at Dark Magic to track them down."
Regulus frowned, because he didn't care about her touching him, because he could defend himself well enough. "Just how much does she touch you?" he asked. "I don't like that." He really despised the idea in fact.
He kissed Remus gently. "I want you to be comfortable, and you don't have to ask for it. I do it because I care for you."
He chuckled. "Yes, it's good indeed, but I can think of a thing or two to do afterwards, and I don't know what you mean. I would never lie," he said, smirking. "Of course, I don't think you want to hear some of my stories. I might have to change them a bit." He didn't think murder and torture would be appropriate dinner conversation. "Sirius can wait until later. I'm not moving or spending time thinking about that."