old pervert, fight
"No. No, I don't want to go to another club," Remus says petulantly. "I don't want to watch you watching young flexible men stripping and flexing while you pant over them, you - you bloody old pervert!"
Severus raises an eyebrow at him over his newspaper. "I can go by myself if it doesn't interest you."
Lupin's fraying patience snaps, and he's on his feet instantly, the table shoved aside, Snape's cup of tea shattered on the floor - tea soaks into the newspaper in sepia splotches. "I am right here," he snarls. "I want you to stare at me, dammit!"
And Severus smiles slowly, flows to his feet and stalks forward with predatory grace. "I didn't think I'd have to take you to so many clubs to get you angry," he purrs. "And I like seeing you angry. You are irresistible, wolf, when you are raging at me."