Remus watches, unable to hide his smile and expression of desire.

"Oh, very exclusive, and I'm glad for that. Even so, though. Didn't you get a couple of letters, Sev? That year I taught at Hogwarts? Surely you got one or two."

He clears his throat and undoes the second button of his jeans.

"Dear Professor Snape: I can't stop watching you. You glide down the halls like a great bad-tempered bat, shooting death-glares at all who dare cross your path. Oh, what I would do, if only you would turn that obsidian gaze on me."

Remus takes one more step, but this time it's backwards, away from Snape.

He wonders how far away the kitchen table is.