"You're both idiots, and not because you haven't talked, but because you haven't asked about all of this before now. I spent my first week here talking to Theo, getting information, and I've done the same since them. I've even spoken to the Potter spawn, and trust me, he talks too much. Apparently he loves Kreacher and his Dad loves me. Irony," he said with a little smirk.
Regulus swirled around and glared at Sirius. "Stop. Do not defend that arsehole, not now, not bloody ever. I wouldn't have needed anyone to tell me. I don't care what he thought he knew; he should have known better. Anyone who knows who you are should have known better. SO stop defending the indefensible. Merlin's balls, I can't believe that you still think that he was such a great man. That great man raised Potter so he could die, did you know that? Harry Potter was told to go up to the Dark Lord and let himself be killed. It was only his Gryffindor stubbornness that saved him according to his son. Dumbledore raised everyone to be his sacrificial lamb, and I hate the fact that you don't see how easily he disposed of you, of Potter, of Lupin, of everyone who wasn't of use." It had been why Regulus had never gone to Dumbledore with the information he had.
He got closer with a sigh. "I'm sure you're fine physically. The hotel does that. How are you mentally? You never were the most stable person," he said with a teasing tone. "We should skip the tea and go for the hot chocolate. It'll do you good."