"A truly tragic state of affairs, then." Remus laughed warmly, shaking his head fondly at their shared silliness.
He wasn't sure it was supposed to be this easy, losing themselves in kisses, teasing and joking about. But, except for the first night at the club when alcohol and uncertainty of where they stood, he'd never felt awkward with Regulus, talking as friends or teasing in a more intimate manner now. Conversation, sex, just being around it each other, it had all come surprisingly easily. "Anywhere we want," he emphasised, making it clear that their joint plans that first Sunday when they embarked on this relationship were not just words. "Although, I'm starting to get used to the not hiding, at least with only a couple dozen people here."
Oh, but he did like the sound of that laugh, more, Remus liked that he was privileged enough to hear it because it had not escaped his notice that there was a carefree note to Regulus' laughter in private that was never in evidence in public. "Oh, no. Trousers are a very, very good idea. But, it sounds like we've settled our weekend plans, then. Dinner on Friday, castle date Saturday, and naked interior decorating on Sunday," he teased, his soft smirk reappearing, then he dropped a quick kiss to the tip of Regulus' nose. "It also sounds like you want to see me in something other than in -- or out -- of my usual denim."