[Padfoot is a good-natured dog, or else a more patient version of Sirius, an expression of all the leeway he grants his friends condensed into expressions and moments just like this. If someone pinched Sirius' ear while he was laying on a sofa, he would turn around snarling, no matter what sort of day it had been. When Remus does it to Padfoot, he only tips his head back a little, almost obligingly--certainly with a great deal of patience--and rolls his eyes backwards to consider his assailant.
Eventually he gives a shake to his head, freeing his ear--not because he lost patience, but because he wants to turn around and answer the question. He tugs his tail free as he rises to his feet, and does the paw-prancey dance known to all dogs who try to walk on soft surfaces before, at last, he's turned about toward Remus.
Pointedly, he leans in to lick the whisky bottle, tongue slurping quickly over the ridge of the bottle where Remus' mouth had been just moments before. There's a few drops still there; Padfoot licks his mouth, and then again, trying to get used to the taste. But that's still a yes, he was quiet serious.]
well i did laugh but my answer still would have been yes ftr
Eventually he gives a shake to his head, freeing his ear--not because he lost patience, but because he wants to turn around and answer the question. He tugs his tail free as he rises to his feet, and does the paw-prancey dance known to all dogs who try to walk on soft surfaces before, at last, he's turned about toward Remus.
Pointedly, he leans in to lick the whisky bottle, tongue slurping quickly over the ridge of the bottle where Remus' mouth had been just moments before. There's a few drops still there; Padfoot licks his mouth, and then again, trying to get used to the taste. But that's still a yes, he was quiet serious.]