"You've always been an overachiever, Remus," Severus grouses, his eyes momentarily distracted by the sight Remus represents. The leisurely display of ... beauty.

"I must admit, I have wondered about some of my students over the years..." He chuckles lightly "Although, I might conclude, mainly from the lack of adoring fan letters - of which I am very grateful - that you are my only fan." Severus moves while he talks, but not directly towards Remus, more in a semi-circle around the man.

He is relishing the words between them, the ease and delight of them, even as he's aware of the deep want inside him. To touch and taste his lover. A want that enters his voice as it drops slightly "An exclusive club, Remus..."