"I didn't mean it as a slight," Remus said quietly when he felt Regulus tense, refusing to turn this into an argument. "I was only comparing it the James' antics as a way to get the point across that it wasn't supposed to be anything serious. Just, light-hearted...fun."
"And, perhaps, we should arrange it some time," Remus agreed. "Dreaming about it isn't better than doing it. It..." He paused, searching for the right word. "It enhances the reality, heightens the anticipation. I imagine things like that all the time, things I'd like to try before I try them. Not even always sexual. Sometimes just simple things, like imagining your reaction to things that happen in my classes before I get to see you and tell them to in fact."
Hands stroking soothingly up and down his lover's back, Remus shook his head. "I know I can tell you. And if there is, I will. But, this has nothing to do with anything specific we have planned, I promise you.
"I'm not saying you should let the things you need to do fall to the wayside because of daydreaming. But, a dream now and then, when you need just that little mental break from care, doesn't hurt. It doesn't have to be about things that won't happen. You can daydream about things you want to make happen."
Shrugging, he smiled, wanting to reassure Regulus he wasn't upset, that this wasn't something he wanted them to argue about because it really wasn't worth an argument. "It's all right if daydreaming sounds stupid. Maybe it is. But, I like sharing my dreams with you and watching you from the doorway felt like I'd walked into one of my daydreams. I'm not going to push you to imagine things if you really don't want to. We can do something else, even if it's just me sitting quietly while you go back to working on whatever it is you were working on before I interrupted you."