Remus looked at his crotch and a faint blush came over him at the idea of actually looking. And God, the lewd way he thrusted ... this was not fair. Stupid handsome bastard, why did he fluster him so much? He rolled his eyes and shoved Sirius. "Get off it, I ain't looking at your cock. I'm good without that image seared into my brain, you know?"

He turned his head, looking at the girls with curiosity. "It's like they can sense you're being sexy and appear just to watch." It was quite fascinating. "You could form a bleeding fanclub. We'd make a killing out of it too. Sells shirts and mugs."