Sirius smirked and shook his head. "No being a trusting fool is likely one thing you will never have to worry about me accusing you of." He grinned but nodded. "I'll get that to you tomorrow likely, who knows what you'll actually find in there." His vault was one thing he never paid much attention to - so long as he had enough money to keep him clothed, fed and with a roof over his head he'd never bothered with it much.
"They're just trousers." It was endlessly amusing the way his brother detested denims. "Besides I bet you'd look good in them." He rolled his eyes. "Yes well the Minister is our dear cousin, I wouldn't have expected anything else from her."
"No, not that different." He admitted - true their prejudices differed in some very large ways, but in the end, they had been similar. "Well maybe it's time you made some new friends." He suggested, shrugging. He wasn't going to deny that it was nice having James and Remus back, things were beyond strange but it was good having them there to share in the strangeness. "People who won't kill you preferably, I'd like you to stick around a bit longer this time."
"I think you might be a little paranoid." Sirius couldn't imagine in the slightest how anyone, even Dumbledore could use the information about what his brother had done against him. He rolled his eyes. "I don't have to like what he did to trust him."