"You should ask James to tell the reporters. I'm sure they can print it for you," he said, chuckling.
Regulus snorted. "I'm sorry, but you can't convince him. Even the puppy eyes won't work. Jeans are an abomination, hard and coarse against your skin. I don't know how anyone wears them. However, you start wearing dress robes more often, I might agree to wearing Muggle clothes... in private for an occasion of your choice. Very private, as in the four of us and no pictures. I've indulged you enough with that red robe."
He reached over and squeezed Sirius' shoulder. "I know you tried, but you're so emotional out there. It's easy to make you lose control. The right word, the right insult, and you stop thinking clearly. The good thing is that you're not the same and the old insults won't work. On the other hand, you are still you. They learn how easily they can get to you through James and we're done. You need to be colder."