"Good, I'd be insulted if you thought I was some sort of trusting fool." He nodded. "I'll get working on it, and if you give me that key, I'll even make you an inventory of what you have. You know, not what the Goblins give you so we know exactly what you have."
Regulus nodded, because he had known the answer before Sirius had given it to him. "And I'm sure that he will. He can't resist getting in the middle of things."
He looked at Sirius like he'd lost his mind. "I don't care if they are made of gold. They are denim trousers. I'm not wearing them." He snorted. "They are so different that the Minister insisted on dress robes and no Muggle clothes."
It was so strange to hear Sirius admit that they were anything but perfect. "I guess we weren't that much different, were we? In the end, we all had our prejudices and mean streak. Still, it feels strange, Sirius. You have your friends back. It's not perfect, but it's some sense of normalcy. I'm not even sure that I want my friends back, considering that they might try to kill me, but in a way, I could deal with that."
He snorted. "He could use it, and don't ask me how. I'm sure he's already thought of a way or ten. I don't trust him, and neither should you. He didn't have any problem turning his back on you without asking questions."