I don't think you've ever really seen me properly disgusted, how would you know if it was or if it wasn't--

[He offers this defense as he finally gets close enough to press a triumphant kiss to Remus' throat--purposefully sloppy, giving as good as he got--and then he laughs against the spot, amused by Remus' laugh--]

I think you always want me to. And you'd be hard-pressed to argue otherwise.