His ebony locks practically seem to glimmer in the gentle candlelight. When Remus looks at him, he struggles to understand how people could not fall in love with Sirius.
"Whatcha thinking Moony?" He's hungry, he's hungry and the shine in Sirius's eyes is ever so enticing.
"Thinking about you." And the not quite lie is said ever so softly, a gentle prayer to Sirius' pale limbs and sharp grin.
His grin isn't as sharp as Remus' teeth. He thinks about how easily he could pierce through the skin of Sirius neck.
Or maybe he could start with his stomach, mouthfuls of organs probably tasted all that better when accented by screams of pain.
Remus wonders if Sirius would let him that close. Close enough to taste.
Impossibly, Sirius's eyes brighten, like he could hear his thoughts. "Moony, you know I'm working on that Leglimens crap."
Oh right. "Right." And then he blurts out: "Can I eat you?" It's not as elegant as 'I'd like to tear the flesh from your body with my teeth', but Remus figures Sirius can hear those thoughts either way.
Sirius laughs, throwing his head back and ripping the mental chain. "Buy me dinner first."
And it's almost a yes.