Percy, instead of looking surprised, seemed only thoughtful. Did he really want to go to the bars and clubs with Sirius Black?
...
Well. He was interesting anyhow.
"I don't own leather pants," he said -- although he was pretty sure Sirius was joking. Pretty sure. "But I'll go out with you," Oh. Had he said that wrong? He could have kicked himself as he turned a hot color again. "Er, that is, you know."