Severus never thought of these things. He got obsessed, fixated on one idea. It was hard for him to take off his blinders. Remus's spell made him tingle. He was never the warmest person, but that was oddly nice.

"I was not trying to do hurt you!" he yelled, emotions running as hot as the flash against his spine from the magic. "It was just the first thing I saw, that scarf!" He was trying to impress Remus.

Awful as it sounded, that was where his mind had been. He loved the praise that the werewolf seemed more than willing to dish out.

"If I was trying to choke you, there are better spells," he glowered darkly.