[Remus Lupin. He sneers a little at that name, and if he features with any prominence on her list, then she really is low on options. And perhaps he should press her more, question her more--tell her it's a little unhealthy, thinking that way--but that would require more sense then he has at this moment--at any given moment, perhaps, but especially now, with her hands on his hips and her smile just like that, tricky and dark and alluring.]

Lovely, then. Beautiful. A beautiful toy.

[He reaches to push a bit of her hair out of her eyes, smooths his fingers down along her cheek, along the curve of her chin, his thumb brushing over her lips.]

And we'll see if that's still your assessment after this. I'm not like most boys here.

[He doesn't couch that with any false modesty. It would be entirely too false.]