"We've gotta change that," Sirius pointed out. "You need a good shag, pop your cherry, and be done with it!" He pointed at Remus's lap. "Then you won't get random hardons!"

Sirius climbed into bed with Remus. This was usual. The dog was highly protective of 'the pack leader' when it was so close to transformation time. Generally it was just the dog at the bottom of the bed, not the drop dead gorgeous Londoner spread out shirtless against his sheets, though.