Well gosh, if that wasn't just adorable. Vrenille actually couldn't remember the last time someone had received one of his advances with that much innocent incomprehension.
Or...no, not innocence. This was something else. This was disbelief. This was some oddly quaint sense of impossibility, the sort that made him almost wonder if Remus had ever--
Oh, right. Apparating.
The feeling of solid ground suddenly hitting his feet once more forced every other thought from Vrenille's mind and again he staggered a step back, hand slipping free of its grip, before he gained his bearings and had a look at their new surroundings. "Six," he swore softly under his breath, wondering if Apparating was one of those things that got easier to stomach the more that you did it.
To Vrenille the place looked a lot like any ordinary human town--like Applenook Hamlet or Shaemoor, at least in the style of the buildings. Except in those places even the winters were quite mild, and here the ground crunched underfoot. Still, it seemed nice enough on the surface. And it had a nice enough pub for them to eat at. More important, that tone of familiarity in Remus's voice must mean that he was a regular of sorts here, which gave Vrenille a good notion of how he probably ought to act: high discretion, high charm, low flirtation. Last thing he wanted to do was to embarrass Remus in front of people he knew.
"Looks homey. And warm." It was as cold out on the street as it had been on the moors, Vrenille thought, and the sky was just as gray. The wind, perhaps, was slightly less bitter, since it had the buildings to break against, but he was still eager to be indoors.
"Hey, we're still in Scotland, right?" he checked with Remus in a low voice as they headed in, realizing that every time they Apparated he was left with absolutely no idea what distance they'd traveled or what direction they'd gone in. If he needed to get back to the spot he'd first arrived at now, he wouldn't have the first idea how to find it.
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Or...no, not innocence. This was something else. This was disbelief. This was some oddly quaint sense of impossibility, the sort that made him almost wonder if Remus had ever--
Oh, right. Apparating.
The feeling of solid ground suddenly hitting his feet once more forced every other thought from Vrenille's mind and again he staggered a step back, hand slipping free of its grip, before he gained his bearings and had a look at their new surroundings. "Six," he swore softly under his breath, wondering if Apparating was one of those things that got easier to stomach the more that you did it.
To Vrenille the place looked a lot like any ordinary human town--like Applenook Hamlet or Shaemoor, at least in the style of the buildings. Except in those places even the winters were quite mild, and here the ground crunched underfoot. Still, it seemed nice enough on the surface. And it had a nice enough pub for them to eat at. More important, that tone of familiarity in Remus's voice must mean that he was a regular of sorts here, which gave Vrenille a good notion of how he probably ought to act: high discretion, high charm, low flirtation. Last thing he wanted to do was to embarrass Remus in front of people he knew.
"Looks homey. And warm." It was as cold out on the street as it had been on the moors, Vrenille thought, and the sky was just as gray. The wind, perhaps, was slightly less bitter, since it had the buildings to break against, but he was still eager to be indoors.
"Hey, we're still in Scotland, right?" he checked with Remus in a low voice as they headed in, realizing that every time they Apparated he was left with absolutely no idea what distance they'd traveled or what direction they'd gone in. If he needed to get back to the spot he'd first arrived at now, he wouldn't have the first idea how to find it.