Remus chuckled, enjoying the shared mirth -- and the imagined image of Severus Snape's expression if they could really do that! "Although, we wouldn't be able to apparate from the drawing room to the bedroom when we wished to trade dancing for other things."
Leaning into the touch, Remus closed his eyes briefly. Opening them again, he smiled softly, if a little sadly. "I was five years old and trying to accept being turned into a monster. I had nightmares about the one who made me, about myself. I haven't had one in years. But, by then my sleeping habits were set." He shrugged one shoulder, placing his hand over the one on his cheek. "I really don't know why I've started sleeping better here, unless it has to do with the feeling of being home."
Quitting was something that had crossed his mind after talking to Dominique, however, although he wasn't ready to discuss it seriously until he knew if it was something he really wanted.
"We can find places we both like." Remus smiled. "We can take turns."
Smirking softly when Regulus rolled his eyes, he couldn't help reminding him, "You were the one to use the phrasing back when I told you about my meditation experience. And yes, it does. You're a better man than you like to give yourself credit for, Regulus Black."
Remus shook his head. "That's not real love, though. That's selfish parenting. Truly loving parents realise that sometimes you have to discipline your child if you expect them to learn. Letting them be without consequences and calling it love is really nothing more than being too lazy to be a real parent to your children."