"Short I can handle. Prepubescent's not my thing though." He laughed, lifting her hand to his mouth and giving the back of her hand a lingering, showy kiss, smile playful.
Sirius was used to having his name recognized, and the signs of recognition usually passed by without him caring much, unless they started staring at him like they expected him to eater their children, or something. Gretch's moment of renewed interest went unmentioned, and he just chuckled, downing half his whiskey and then nodding, giving her legs another long look. He might shag mostly blokes these days, but he appreciated both, and sod it, he could use a shag and she'd made him laugh. He'd see where it went.
He made a show of sticking out his own leg and looking down. "You think? I was going to slap on a skirt, but then I'd have to shave and all," he teased.