"No, he's not," Remus said firmly, though there was a small part of him that was making a plan of what would happen if he ever did. All Remus knew was that it wouldn't be pretty. He wasn't a violent man by his very nature, but Remus would kill Fenrir without a second thought if he came anywhere near Dora or Cian.
"Oh, I'm sure it could have been bigger," Remus teased, tugging up the hem of her shirt and rubbing his hand along her bare skin. He chuckled as she shifted from one facial feature to the next, nuzzling her after each one. "Missed the morphing, or missed the way one of these touches used to lead to something else?" he asked, running a finger along the hem of her trousers.