There was nothing subtle about Sirius: never had been, never would be. Remus gently disentangled himself from the other man, both warning and instruction, and rolled over. This wasn't the time for any of Sirius' shenanigans, and while Remus' hardening reaction to them was simply a predictable reflex, it put him in a sourer mood. "Go to sleep, dear," he muttered, sounding for all the world like a long-suffering friend/husband/something.