"What would I do without your guidance, my quick-witted Slytherin." Remus' own chuckle chased after Regulus' as circled his arms around Regulus' waist.
The semi-privacy of the dressing area made him bold enough to deepen the kiss, losing him in what was beginning to become the familiar taste of Regulus for a moment or three. Then he pulled back with a smile and nodded. "We can go exploring, see if any of the places I knew still stand, discover some new favourites for both of us. Maybe, if they ever let us onto the continent, we can do the same in France. We can skip Spain until we know if their werewolf policies have left the Inquisition era behind," he added with another quiet chuckle.
"I'll just have to use our time eating wisely to plan for the time after appropriately," he teased, his soft version of a smirk playing about his lips. "I suppose I can manage to be confident enough for the both of us in this area until you get more accustomed to it," he teased softly, leaning closer to run his nose over Regulus' gently. "But I have plenty of faith in your ability to catch on quickly. I won't be disappointed. And, perhaps on Saturday, we can do one of those castle dates we talked about, just you and me in more familiar surroundings."