"Don't be daft," Regulus said, rolling his eyes. "No one could look as perfect as me. Slytherin knows they tried. Sirius does come close, but he's most definitely not as good looking as me."
Unlike Shacklebolt, Regulus had no interest in his wand. Wandless magic was one of his specialties, something he learned to perfect before diving head first into the Dark arts and not just the Unforgiveables. Dark magic could be so much more interesting.
"Let's skip this little song and dance and tell me what would convince you that I am who I say I am. Granted, it's not as fun, but I'm on a schedule." He wasn't a prisoner, but Byron would ask if he disappeared for too long and this was one meeting he had no intention of divulging. "I can tell you how horrible Sirius' taste in friends is, but that's common knowledge. There are those horrid Muggle posters of semi naked women he had at the house. Not a single good thing about those. Muggle, only semi naked, and women. I can go over pranks and generally annoying behaviour. Or-" He stopped and gave Shacklebolt a mischievous smile. "I could tell you how it was possible to kill the Dark Lord. Not sure if Dumbledore shared that with you after I owled him. The man likes his secrets."