"You do that then." Sirius allowed with a chuckle. It was good to hear though that not everyone was turning into an upset idiot thanks to everything that was going on these days - some people had to keep their heads or else everything would fall apart.
He smirked when Stephen snorted. "As long as we understand one another."
He rolled his eyes when Stephen continued. "And why would anyone want to waste their time with that?" Sirius might allow that Muggles had come up with a few brilliant things (motorbikes and jeans for example) but in general and most especially when it came to healing he was quite sure the wizarding world was steps ahead of anything muggles could accomplish.
When Stephen told him to sit on the bed Sirius complied and gave Stephen his most winning smile - he had said to look pretty after all, he could certainly do that - and let Stephen get to work. He frowned though when Stephen told him to think of Azkaban, it wasn't exactly something Sirius spent much time thinking about. And it wasn't quite the same as when he was faced with a Dementor it wasn't the ice cold fear that swept over him then, just a weight that pressed down on him as the memories that he kept locked back in his mind slowly made their way to the forefront of his mind with only the smallest hint that they might be allowed this time. He remembered his cell, the cold floor where he'd spent so much of his time, either with his arms wrapped around his body trying to keep himself in one piece or when he'd transform and Padfoot would lay there on the floor curled up as tightly as possible, the thought of Peter out there alive that had kept him going for so long, that he'd failed Jamie and Lily, and what happened to Harry. All of it just came forward so easily, not as overwhelming as it was that night of the attack when he hadn't been able to push any of it away, but it was still there reminding him of what he'd gone through.