I haven't done the sticking charm in years, Moony, please. You can't still be sore about the third years seeing your pants. [ Sirius tries to summon the energy to be properly put out, but ends up simply sounding vaguely petulant.

At least Remus is smiling a bit, that's always a good sign. ] If this is some sort of attempt to get me to mother you, I'm afraid I've never been any good at it. You'll have to invite Peter or Lily over, get them to play fussy mum. [ Sirius weaves his fingers through the fringe on the only decorative pillow in the flat, tugging at it as he considers Remus across the few inches of blankets between them. ] It didn't taste terrible, though. You ought to give it a try, stroke my ego a bit.