Grinning, Remus leant down to nibble at the side of Regulus' neck. "No," he declared with a quiet hum. "I think you taste better than aged whiskey," he teased, sneaking in a last nip before raising his head to continue the conversation.
His arms wrapped around Regulus' waist and he pressed a kiss to dark hair that was the trademark of the Black family. "They aren't without their faults," he agreed mildly. Remus was still holding out hope that his friends and Regulus wouldn't always hate each other, especially if this relationship really did turn out to be as long term as the way he and Regulus seemed to talk about it. "Still, he's not as loud, is he?" Remus might love them, but there was no denying James and Sirius both had very loud personalities. "Lilu seems to have gotten a bit more of that, though not to the same extent as her grandfather. Nor does Jamie seem to take after the Potter looks. His poor brother got that trademark hair, it seems."
He could get used to this, he thought, sitting wrapped up in each other, just talking about...everything. "Because I can?" he replied, biting his lip to keep from smirking because he knew that answer wasn't going to go over any better than a lead feather. Having a high tolerance for pain and having to learned how to force himself to do things after the transformation in order to survive didn't seem to be a good enough reason in the face of Regulus' logic.
"We should go soon. Take a night and explore the city, see what lights and new things we can discover." He chuckled again. "Apparating makes noise. It's also less dangerous to climb them, than risk splinching after a transformation."