[ Maybe it's just passion getting the better of him, but he means it - he thinks he really means it. He wants to be selfish in this moment. Why can't he just take Cairngorm back with him? He's a jewel thief - isn't that his job? Surely he could figure out some way to do it; he knows they're fighting that war back home, but surely the gems can afford to lose a single soldier. He could make them happy. He's sure he could. Lupin's terrible at giving up, and right now, he can't imagine throwing aside his plans to save London or his feelings for the fey jewel sitting on his lap. ]
Trust me.
[ he gets the sense they're trying to find out if he's serious, so he speaks the words quietly, softly smiling at them between their hands. He doesn't falter under their gaze. His willpower is another story; closing his eyes, he brushes his lips against theirs for the briefest moment in a whisper-soft kiss. ]
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Trust me.
[ he gets the sense they're trying to find out if he's serious, so he speaks the words quietly, softly smiling at them between their hands. He doesn't falter under their gaze. His willpower is another story; closing his eyes, he brushes his lips against theirs for the briefest moment in a whisper-soft kiss. ]