"Actually, my no-dating rule expires in a few days," Sirius reminded him, trying to tamp down the hopefulness in his voice. He wanted to tell Remus that no one could whisk him away under any circumstance, that he’d dance every dance with him all night, no matter who else showed up, but he kept silent. He was already skirting dangerously close to the boundary that they’d agreed on when they started this whole charade.