Sirius nodded gravely. "Perhaps you should fight crime." She might have been serious, but Sirius had some kind of allergy to being sensible with almost any given topic. There were, of course, a few subjects that he didn't joke about, and there were only three people in the world with permission to talk about them without being faced with a particulary nastly hex. So it was probably best they were left alone.
He glanced down at her hand as she showed it to him, nodding when he was it wasn't anything too life-treatening. Then Dorcas was questioning him again and he glanced back up at her with a smirk coiling playfully at the right hand side of his mouth. "I just fancied a bit of an early-eveing creep, is all." He told her. "What? Can't a bloke creep any more without facing accusations? And from a master of stealth such as yourself..." He quirked one arched eyebrow in her direction, before adding.
"And It's pickling vinegar. You want help finding that cat?"