"Yes, which is why I offered to manage it. I really wasn't planning on stealing it," he said, smiling. "And you don't know what's going to happen. You should be dead and yet you're alive. I should be dead and here I am. You don't know what's going to happen." Regulus groaned. "God, Sirius, could you pick something more dangerous? Is it possible? I'm not going to say anything, because I know better, but- I'm going to worry about you."
He backhannded Sirius' stomach. "You're not wearing jeans at any party, not until I'm alive and can shop for both of us."
He sighed. "No, it's frustrating coming from me. I don't like nice people. I spent my time with Rosier and Severus. I liked them. Jake is... is not them. He's a Healer; he helps people, and I'm sure he's never thought about poisoning people or hexing them or doing all sort of things that we - both Slytherins and Gryffindors used to do. They are almost innocent in this time, and they have no protection. He was so angry about Dumbledore. Furious, but he doesn't even know how to shield himself. What happens if it's Dark Lord next time? Can I put him in danger? I wouldn't have a problem with my friends, because they'd know how to defend themselves."