"I don't have rhythm. I think you're mistaking me for someone else." He said as he very elegantly stood on Sirius' foot. How did Sirius even know about the tango? Why wouldn't this be a thing he knew nothing about and therefore could not trap him into doing? He heard James hooting and cheering in the crowd. Ever supportive, as always.

"Get some, Pads! You go, Moony!"

Blocking out their idiot friend, Remus couldn't help but notice how close they were. God, Sirius had a firm chest. Nice too. He was all warm and -- God, he sounded like a school girl with a crush. What was wrong with him? And why did Sirius smell so bloody good? "If I break your toes after this, it's your own damn fault."