Severus couldn't help himself from sending Remus a small, crooked smile. 'I suppose not.' He caressed Remus' hand slightly, as it touched his neck. 'And another supposition would be that I am not normal, either.' Severus paused. If the wolf wasn't entirely retarded, he knew about Severus' strange desire for the beast. 'I want it, Remus. You will have to accept that as well. Your... aggression. Your dominance. Your beast.'
Searching for any signs of disgust in Remus' expression, Severus continued. 'We will have to talk about that. I... I might have been part of the reason you...' Severus didn't want to admit that he, too, had been unable to control himself because of the way danger and sex had mingled because he had goaded the wolf, knowing very well how hard it was for Remus to control it on the day of the full moon.
'I would not want you to repress yourself,' Severus said and leaned in to press another kiss on Remus' mouth. 'I want you and I want the inner wolf. It is just when the beast decides to sprout fur and take over my lover's body I cannot... I have a werewolf phobia,' Severus admitted. 'It is not just you. Fenrir, Scabior... all of them. The more changed, the worse.' He had just served one of his secrets on a silver platter for Remus to use, if he wanted to. Strangely enough it didn't bother Severus as much as it should have done.