"You didn't put me off, Remus," Severus says and means it. "That would take a much more concerted effort than the mention of Tonks and Moody."

His lips quirk slightly as he moves back towards the bed, as always drawn to Remus by the man's eyes, the want, the love.

The need Severus feels for him.

Severus sits down again, putting his wand on the night stand next to the table, then rests the hand on Remus' bare thigh.

"As I said earlier... you're a challenge, and an attraction, I cannot resist."