"That's all right. I've sworn off tits, so you don't have to worry." He rolled his eyes, wondering just how much alcohol Oliver had drunk, but willing to go with it. "I'll be sure to tell Sirius that."
James shrugged, although he wasn't sure that arguing with a semi drunk person was the smart thing. "We'll kill him, that's the important thing." He snorted. "I'll keep that in mind. PU all the say." Whatever else Oliver could supply by himself, because he couldn't summon that much interest at the moment.
"Nah, I think-" He saw Sirius and smiled. "I think I found what I want. It makes things easier."