[He agrees, actually--to the reluctance to leave, that is; the handholding could go on a bit more. (Horrible man, that Sirius Black, and yeah, he knows Remus fancies her, but she's a girl, he can't help himself if he enjoys a bit of handholding. That's all, though.) Anyway, even that agreement seems a bit momentousness, because there are only a few people who Sirius Black likes to spend loads of time with. It's like an award, one that few girls ever win for very long.]

That means that we just have to come back sometime, and do it all over again. We could make a regular thing of it, what d'you say.

[He grins at her, pleased with the suggestion and with himself (as always).]

Say, once a week, we chase each other round the gardens. Deal?