I heard inflagrante, [ Remus says loyally, while trying very hard to fall asleep, since they have left him here. Alone. And he's very good at falling asleep, even when he doesn't have the benefit of a sofa to sprawl out on, whenever and wherever he wants. He nearly manages it now. His brain has gone a bit white-noisy and distant by the time Kate puts a cold can to his neck and makes him flinch halfway to sitting up. ]

God, Kate.

[ It's fine. He's fine. He slides up the sofa just enough to prop his head and shoulders up semi-upright while the rest of him stays flat, opens the beer, and moves a leg to put one of his feet on Sirius' shoulder and try to wiggle him, whether or not he's sat up as well by then. ]

That's a good question. Why don't you two kiss and I'll do the voyeuristic narration? Having broken the heart of her pining cabin boy, for his own good of course, Captain Kate went—somewhere, brig maybe, something something, notorious, roguish, and very pretty pirate Josephat [ right? ] Black... snogging.

[ What a good story. ]