He shifted his eyes to the right. No, he really shouldn't. She was NOT in the mood, and if he kept his mouth running she'd never be in another mood ever again. Ever. Still.
Then his mouth disconnected from his braind and won the 500 meter dash. "You're not Sirius, you're Lily."
And then it snuck in the back door at two am with its pants off. Well shit.
"Uh..." He sighed, and slumped his shoulders under his wife's withering glare. With one finger, he pointed threatening "I'll get you later, Snivellus, and if one hair on his head is crooked, I'll have your guts for garters. House elf garters. Stripper house elves."