[Remus lets out a loud snort, which ends in a sort of choking noise at the 'obedience bit.' He may or may not have just choked on his own saliva. His hand comes up to cover his nose, which is currently stinging a bit.]
Yeah, you're...you're right naughty [he sputters, feeling his face growing even warmer.] I need a drink. D'you need a drink? I'm going to go and get a drink.
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Yeah, you're...you're right naughty [he sputters, feeling his face growing even warmer.] I need a drink. D'you need a drink? I'm going to go and get a drink.