Remus nodded. He could work within that parameter. Fun for a purpose. It was a place to start, at least. "The tales are to make you laugh. It's like a work of fiction, or a theatrical performance, a story told to entertain and amuse the audience. Only these are ones I make-up on my own, for my own enjoyment. Or, if I want to share, to entertain you and make you laugh."
Well, he supposed that was helpful, at least. Missed the point of a daydream. But, useful. "I'm trying to decide if I should be hurt," he said with an quiet huff of laughter, "that you seem to have never had a sexual fantasy about me, or pleased that you'll be able to fix things if I start acting bizarrely out of character."
"Not if I'm in the middle of marking essays in my office, or you're busy working with Severus. However, as you mention it and also because I happen to believe you should try to make as many daydreams come true as you can, big or small..." Remus pushed himself up of sofa, then turned and offered his hand to Regulus. "May I have this dance?"