Severus shifted against the mattress, his hand falling out of Remus's hair. Palm up, his fingers curled inwards as he gazed up at the werewolf. "All right. This time. No free handouts."

He was teasing lightly, the corners of his lips twitching.

Whatever it was about Remus, he had it so bad for him. He wanted to touch him even now, but why risk hurting him further? "You missed Pettigrew scorching the ceiling. We were doing a simple refresher icy-breath potion. What a mess."