Sirius ran his fingers lightly down Remus' arm, then twined their fingers together.
"Shall we?"
He led Remus over to the blanket he'd spread out in front of the fire, their clasped hands swinging freely between them, and settled down next to the lemonade.
"What can I tempt you with? Chicken? Chocolate cake?"
This was very odd. Romance was something that came naturally to him. He wasn't supposed to feel this nervous, this clumsy. It was as if all his grace had deserted him and left a slightly sweaty wreck in its place.
Maybe it's because it never really mattered before