"You're a bad girl sort. Likes to drink and fuck, Cursebreaker - doesn't that mean you're supposed to like good boys you can corrupt?" Sirius asked, eyebrow arching. "Suppose it's my good luck you go against the grain. I could have tried to play a good boy, but I'd be rubbish about it."
He watched her sipping her drink, leg pressed up against hers, drinks enough to give him a pleasant buzz, but not be drunk. "Upstanding my arse - I'd ave to throw myself off a cliff if that were true." Sirius grinned at her. "So how many more drinks do I owe you before I ask how you feel about getting a room?"