Sirius scoffed slightly, "Their bombastic approach to everything is pretty hard to miss. Its a wonder they can make it through the doorways. Their heads have surely inflated larger than the width," he gave her a cheeky smile. Several times, the same thing had been said about him at school, but he'd never really thought so highly of himself. He was confident, that was for sure, but his arrogance was mostly for show, it was expected of him, and peer pressure is not any easy thing to resist.

If he were to come in contact with Skeeter, he was sure that given she said the right thing, some rather colourful words would be thrown around, ones that could possibly be fatal for Betty's position in the Prophet, and he'd rather not let that happen. To him, she was nothing but a parasite, twisting people's words and wrecking lives.

Sirius raised one eyebrow at the mention of being more attractive than most of the other men, "Just a 'tad'? I thought it was more. You know, I'm extremely handsome and debonair. If everyone is going to talk about how wonderful they are, shouldn't we do the same?" he asked her with a smirk, however, the comment on blood status had his lips turning down into a frown, "In my opinion, blood status doesn't matter. Purity isn't what matters, its the person themselves." He shook his head slightly. The war made him sick.