No, if you're drunk, it goes both ways. That's the rules. The drunk rules.

[Patiently, he kisses him again, and lingers against it for a moment--and when finally he breaks away, he grins against Remus' mouth.]

Usually it begins when I hear a grammatical error. Then I think oh if only Remus were here. And then I realise I'd want to shut you up if you were here, and I start thinking of all the things I could do to make you shut up--

[Gently, teasing, he brings his hand up to tap a finger against his lower lip.]