A bit of mucking around and Severus was ready to try again. They moved to the floor, as bodily transfigurations had the potential to put the wizard in pain and not having far to fall was better than the comfort of a chair.

Facing Remus, Severus closed his eyes, perfectly white face outlined in dark hair. Ten minutes passed.

Fifteen.

And though he was not sprouting anything fox-like, he did slip his hand into Remus's again.