"I don't think a million years," he protested with a shake of his head, grinning. But it might as well be a million, for how patient they were.
Tilting his head, he caught Sirius' lips firmly with his own before he started fishing through the decorations. "All right, mate. Think our tree is going to be the best looking one in London. Or the world, but I thought I might give that modesty thing a shot."
He had a feeling best looking, in this case, might really mean the most obnoxious looking tree, but he thought that was half the fun, really. He found a string of lights and pointed his wand at it, watching as it began to wind itself around their tree.