Oh, he didn't like that grin one bit and soon he was proven right. He wiggled, trying to get away while laughing. It was such a weakness, but the mere idea of someone ticking him made him laugh before they even touched him. At least it was Remus and not some strange, he thought as he stopped laughing. "Stop that," he said, still chuckling. "And hearing me laugh is your purpose."
Regulus choked on his own tongue. "Oh sweet Merlin, no. That's a nightmare, not a daydream. If I thought of that, I'd worry about all the ways to possibly stop you from doing such a think, come up with plenty of reasons to explain it, and wondering if you'd lost your mind. Fun and daydream do not enter my mind when thinking that."
He touched Remus' forehead with the back of his hand. "Are you sure you're feeling well? Did Sirius hex you? Did you touch anything?" This was utterly confusing, and it was getting troubling. "Dancing is not a daydream and they was that the Dark Lord could fly without support. Find the spell and you can dance on the clouds."