"Italian, is it?"
"Ten points to Hufflepuff, Miss Tonks, for that keen observation." Remus smiled at his fiancée. She leaned with grace he doubted she knew she had upon the doorframe, legs crossed at the ankles. Not even the scuffed work boots on her feet could take away from the sight of her standing there, impish eyes locked on him. There was always something in those eyes of hers, a softness 'round the mischievous edges that colored every look they gave and made them fully her own. "Romantic, yes?"
"May I ask where said lovely music is coming from?" She pushed off from the frame, losing the illusion of grace and tripping slightly into the room. His mouth turned up at one corner. "Don't laugh, you," she scolded, dropping heavily beside him onto the couch, fitting herself beneath his arm. "It can't possibly still be funny after what, three, four years?"
"To answer both questions, yes, it is still funny, and over there." He pointed at the device in the corner from which the dulcet tenor voice was wafting its delicate way throughout the house.
"Tinny little gadget, isn't it?" He watched her shirt rise over the pale curve of her spine as she leaned forward to get a better look at the thing. "Doesn't look like a wizard radio, or I probably would've heard this song before."
He rolled his eyes, mock exasperation playing on his face. Long fingers traced the exposed band of skin across her back, enticing her to lean against him as before. "That would be because it is a muggle transistor radio, my ignorant pet, playing muggle music."
A crooked little crease formed between pink eyebrows he would've laughed at had they been on someone else's face. "I am quite familiar with muggle devices, Professor," she assured, raising her face snippily to meet his. "My father had one or two of them at home while I still lived there. And I doubt an English muggle radio would pick up Italian stations, now, would it?"
A triumphant smile spread itself across her lips. So she thought she'd bested him, then, eh?
"That would be where you're mistaken," he said, assuming his best professor-voice. "An English muggle radio would indeed be able to pick up Italian stations in the hands of a sufficiently talented wizard."
"I wonder which 'sufficiently talented wizard' came across this poor thing." The mischievous tilt to her eyes found its way back with the smirk she pressed to his cheek. "He certainly doesn't live here, or I'd have already turned him in to Misuse of Muggle Artifacts for tampering with muggle devices."
"Must've scarpered when he heard you were coming, Auror Tonks, and in his haste left this contraption behind."
He loved the familiar, easy way she laughed. He loved the way that laugh felt when he held her to his side.
"A regular Arthur Weasley, you are," she said, smiling up into the eyes of her perpetrator, "I suppose I could let the offender slide this time."