Felix could have kissed Remus for that statement alone... did rather want to kiss him, if only to learn whether he tasted like toffee and melted butter the way that he looked. His odd-eyed gaze lingered on Remus' mouth for a moment too long, as though considering it regardless of the conversation, the circumstances, or the observable nature of their current position.

However, in the end, Felix wasn't one to take anything that wasn't offered. He inclined a nod of acceptance, and one of gratitude, if one knew where to look for the tiny signs of it. The truth was, Felix had no one with whom to discuss his relationship with Shannon -- no one who wasn't rather biased by being one of Felix's lovers on the side, that is. It was tempting to unburden himself to Remus, but to what end? If physical intimacy wasn't on the table, then emotional intimacy wasn't even allowed in the room.

"You're a rare breed, among my friends," Felix answered him, as lightly as he could manage. "Most of them adore getting me in trouble. That makes you my current favorite. To self-preservation," he added, offering his drink up in toast.