[He stops in his tracks when she darts in front of him, arching an eyebrow at her. In a game of dare and double-dare, Sirius Black knows no match or equal, and--slowly--he puts his hands on his hips, regarding her with an air of challenge.

(This is probably wrong. She might be a werewolf--Merlin's beard, she might be a werewolf that Remus turned, so playing these sorts of games, right now?--absolutely wrong. Definitely. But also-- amusing? And a distraction. And they need distractions right now, absolutely they do, so--)

So. Yeah. And it's definitely wrong, too, by the way, Mr. Black, you horrible little man, to even be thinking well if there's something here we might as well move past it because Remus fancies her. You don't snipe your best mate, you just don't. Actually, well, Remus probably fancies her. And he's just bitten her, and-- and, Merlin's saggy y-fronts but this is stupid and confusing.]

Oh, I've made clear to him my feelings. He just can't see it. He need someone abrupt, y'know, someone willing to suggest it to him, and me--

[He scratches idly at his hip, which consequently has his hand all the closer to the taking-trousers-off-in-the-middle-of-the-jungle stage.]

I'm so modest and retiring. It would never work. It has to be someone else, so that's my life's work. That and casual nudity.