"Language would be rather dull without them," he said with a small chuckle as his smile brightened some. He felt a little less stressed now and he relaxed some.
He reached for Sirius, but pulled back before placing his hand on his back. There was so much about Sirius he had not really considered before. He was courageous and loyal, pretty much the truest definition of a Gryffindor if ever there was one. But his reasoning rang true to Lorcan, he could feel for and understand his compulsion to stay. But he couldn't really accept it, not yet. But in time, he hoped he could. He nodded in understanding and watched as Sirius rose from his seat.
The grin which teased it's appearance on Sirius's features would stick in his mind for the days to come. "And I don't at all expect you to, Sirius Trouble Black," he said while reaching into his pocket to pull out a smoke.
He rose from his seat to make his way out by the door. "I'd like it if you could."