Tonks was actually somewhat taken aback. "Snape? Pale, slimy and undead-looking Snape?" She had to take a minute to process that one. If anyone seemed like they'd be vying for Most Likely to be a Death Eater, it'd be the grouchy old Potions Master. "Huh. I guess it'd make perfect sense. No one could ever possibly suspect Snape of siding with the Order, much less having enough courage to betray the Dark Lord. And he's never really.. done anything particularly Death Eater-ish.." Tonks thought that over, mulling over it in her head. Ofcourse, Snape would make perfect sense by sheer virtue of being so freakishly unlikely. But then again, by those standards, he could just as likely have told her Lucius Malfoy was the spy. She stopped suddenly, her eyes visibly brightening as an idea took shape, "I might... I might know someone who can help. He's a friend of Lily's and a.. Well, a something of my cousin's, either way, I think he was in the old Order." Tonks looked to Rodolphus with genuine enthusiasm, "He'd know who the first spy was!"
Tonks let his question go when he responded to her kiss, making a small content sound against him and shifting closer to him in his lap. Her breath caught in surprise, and other things, when he kissed her neck and continued down. Her hands clenched at his back and her eyes fluttered as she fought to focus. Now was so not the time for this, no matter how good he felt or how long it'd been since they'd last-- "No, I never did," Tonks said in a voice too breathy and too high to be as indignant as she'd hoped. She swallowed, trying very hard to not focus on the way his lips felt against her skin, "I mean, who answers the door like that, anyway? I should have arrested you for public indecency."