"Arrogant Black," Remus murmured, smiling fondly. Slipping his arm more firmly around Regulus' waist, he kissed him gently. "My Arrogant Black. I'll come up with my own lines eventually. Just need the right practice and examples."
Snorting softly, Remus shook his head. "And the chance to legitimately hex people who annoy you has nothing to do with this eagerness at all," he teased. Although, he didn't disagree with the truth in Regulus' words. They needed to up the stakes on their training. He wasn't unwilling to admit he needed to improve himself, even if he still preferred to do the bulk of his own training in private.
"It's difficult to train people in combat flight from bed," he pointed out, trying to ignore the drowsiness in his own voice. While he'd gotten used to a lot of things in this time, sleeping through the night of the full, especially surrounded by others, wasn't one of those things. The warmth of the bath was relaxing, however, even if he wished he wasn't alone in the tub, and he huffed softly in defeat. He really was getting too used to being taken care of like this. "You spoil me rotten and I'm too selfish to make you stop."
When Regulus left, Remus let his head fall back and closed his eyes. He cracked one open when he heard Regulus return. People could still accuse him of being lazy, Remus thought privately, they would just say it of all of them. "Brilliant as you may be, even you can't take two sessions simultaneously, mine and Dominique's."