[ the very earnest dismay just makes him laugh, warm and affectionate, though perhaps a little more husky than before; he tilts his head quizically, nose still brushing against hers, golden eyes mischievous. ]

Dangerous is a given. I'm a criminal, remember? [ he presses his lips gently against hers once more for the briefest second - then trails to her cheek, her jaw, his fingers gently guiding her chin upwards to facilitate his kisses. ] But... hm. I didn't know you dreamed about me, Cardia.

[ it's an unexpectedly charming revelation, and in spite of their shared feelings (and shared skin, at the moment), Lupin can't deny that part of him feels like a giddy schoolboy with a crush at the thought. As if he didn't already know she was crazy about him, but -- she was hard to read sometimes, and -- well, it just makes him happy, and he purrs into her ear. ]

Are they good dreams?