Sirius eyed her for a moment as though she had gone completely mad. "What on earth are you on about, MacDonald? It was a bloody joke, one that had nothing to do with you, so what are you talking about?"
He narrowed his eyes, though he kept his nonchalant position lounging on the bench. Bloody women. Mental, the lot of them. "And where the hell do you get off calling me a bastard? I've not done a damn thing to you." Beat. "Lately," he amended.