For a wild moment, Remus actually thought that Sirius was suggesting that they pick up sex, or erotica as Sirius so delicately put it, while they went to the kitchens. Then his brain caught up with him and he realised what Sirius really meant. "Oh. Chocolate," he said, feeling silly, the pink tinge still visible on his cheeks. "Right." He followed Sirius through the portrait door and let it fall close behind them as they walked down the corridors towards the kitchens. He gave Sirius a small grin in return. "Of course we should!" Chocolate was always good for Remus.
Remus loved visiting the kitchens. So many sights and sounds! And it didn't hurt that the houseelves always had a spot of chocolate for him.
"And anyway, porn or erotica, it's mildly disturbing to know that you're using it in relation to me," Remus said matter-of-factly. Remus wasn't a prude, of course. He was in fact a rather healthy teenaged boy. But one who was convinced that he was going to spend the rest of his life single.