Remus felt like he should say something, but didn't know what. "Yes, please," he said in response to her question, setting the food down and getting his arms loose from the jacket, then shrugging out of it. He handed it to her, trying to think of a good way to do this. Should he surprise her when she turned back around? He didn't want to feel like a wild man on the attack, though. Maybe I'll put the food away first, he thought. "I'll be right back," he said, picking up the bag and heading for the fridge in the kitchen. He was the man, and he was supposed to initiate this. Remus felt silly for agonizing over it so. He could hear Sirius's voice in his head, as though his best friend were giving him advice: Just kiss her, mate. It doesn't have to be a big deal.