Sirius drew back, teeth pressed into his lower lip before he turned into Padfoot and slipped out of the werewolf's bed. The dog was only brought into play when Sirius didn't want to talk. It wasn't as if Remus knew the spell to force him out of his animagus for anyhow, and besides, the feral black shape had already disappeared into James's bed.

All that was left of Sirius was his clothing and the taste of his mouth of Remus's.