It was hard to loom anywhere near Remus' spindly 6'2" height, but Felix almost managed it. And Remus let him, of course, even as he turned a beatific smile to his friend. There was...something about Felix that made him - not exactly desirable, Remus' sexual appetite was typically parked in low gear - but something that sparked interest in Remus. Like a cat playing with his food.

"Oh, but Felix," he murmured, blatantly holding the other man's gaze, "I spend a lot of time slipping out of tweed. Surely you can imagine it." His tone was coy, almost conversational - but it was the almost that was likely to get him into trouble. Taking a sip of his drink, he chose his next words carefully, smile turning into something more comforting: "...Sirius chose the outfit, so I'll be sure to pass on your compliments to him. You both have a lot in common," he added, after a pause, and shook his head fondly: "Including seeing me out of tweed." Which was to say that he and Sirius had moved on from being 'just friends', and that was that.