Jamie was starting to hate family events. It didn't really matter if they were Potters or Weasleys; they simply would never get along with Regulus. They'd have to change things to huge parties were everyone could avoid each other.
"You start getting ideas and then you'll never get laid again," he teased, without any heat, before kissing Sirius.
He took the glass of champagne, hoping that they'd take the hint before Regulus could say something, possibly about the meal. "Chicken will be fine, thank you," he said, hoping to forestall Regulus' complaints on the matter.