Remus snorted, "Don't bloody say it like that," he said, shaking his head. "No, I do love Tonks, really. She's the only woman I could ever want. But there are some inclinations that can't be ignored. I very well can't rough her up the way I could rough up a man, now could I? Sure, Tonks could take a bit, but it's the principle of thing," he said pointedly. "Women are meant to be handled a certain way. With men, fuck it," he waved a hand, "Sirius and I put our fair share of dents in the walls. There's still a few over at the old Black house for sure."
He took a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling, chuckling to himself. This conversation wouldn't be happening if he were sober. He'd be mortified in the morning, for sure. "James? No. No..." he made a face. "Completely straight. Loved women. Loved Lily, most importantly. There was no one else in his world once there was here. Damn good man. None of us could ever hope to be as good as him. No, it was just me and Sirius and we had our games. There's a reason he ended up being a giant dog when he found his form. It's because he needed to be able to get me by the back of the neck no matter what form I took. And he could."
He looked back at George and then rolled his eyes and took another shot. "I pray neither of us remember this in the morning," he muttered.