"So was I," Remus replied, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He returned the kiss with a slower one, his hand resting comfortably on her hip. "I never once said you were frigid and I never once complained either." He rubbed small circles with his thumb, resting his forehead against hers. "Nor, by the way, should this be construed as a complaint."
Remus snorted. "You'd think all the years of hanging around with Sirius and James would have eventually rubbed off on me." Truth be told, he could be the wild one when he wanted to be -- he simply usually preferred to be the voice of reason. Besides... he was damn good at it.
The look on his face utterly betrayed him at the thought. Alright, so maybe he had missed things in the bedroom a little more than he let on. He shivered at her touch, lifting one hand to his lips to kiss the palm. "I could feign hating it," Remus replied, keeping his face deadly serious. "If, of course, you think it's an apt punishment for momentarily freezing a Muggle in place before he made off with merchandise."