Remus arched an eyebrow in turn, and looked something close to wryly amused, a hand moving to wipe over his mouth and chin as he thought about Sirius' question. "...Well, slow will get me sodding off to the bedroom while you mess about with your clothes, and fast will get me annoyed I wasn't able to enjoy the view. So," Remus declared, leaning back on the other arm of the couch, toeing off his shoes to let them clatter to the floor, and rather obviously started to rub his hard-on through his trousers, "why don't you pick something in between and see how much it pleases me?" It was probably one of the few times Remus would have agreed his grin was indeed wolfish and hungry.