"Good on both counts. I'll make sure that you have money for the future, in case you do decide to reproduce. Someone needs to keep the Black line going, and I'd rather have you do it," Regulus said, smiling.
He raised his chin and look at down at Sirius, which wasn't easy considering how tall Sirius was. "I look good in everything. I'm Regulus Black. That doesn't mean that I have to wear Muggle clothes." He lowered his head, smirking. "And no matter who the Minister is, robes are still the norm."
Regulus wondered if Sirius really thought that it would be so easy, but this was Sirius, who could become friend of anyone who sorted in Gryffindor. "Yes, I'll try to screen my friends and ask if they would kill me in the interview process. However, if no one did try, it would get rather dull."
He patted Sirius' back. "And you aren't paranoid enough. If he thinks it's the right thing for him, he'll turn his back on you again. Never forget that his main interest is himself and not you, but of course, you won't believe me, because you're blind when it comes to that man." He knew better than to trust Dumbledore for anything. It was a lesson that every Slytherin learnt in his first week in school.