It probably would have been surprising and mildly embarrassing if Remus weren't expecting something along the lines of this very thing from this very person. If he weren't almost looking forward to it. Summers between school years are always long, lonely affairs, knowing exactly what and who he is missing.

"Yes, thank you for that," Remus says, turning to glance at the other boy over his shoulder and quirking a smile and a wry eyebrow at him in turn. "I missed you too, Sirius. Though if you start licking my face we are going to have words."