"Well, that's just charming," James scoffed, wriggling to make himself more comfortable against the headboard. "'Spill Potter'. Honestly. What happened to 'Good evening, Prongs. How can I help, old chum?'"
He didn't pretend to be surprised that Sirius knew that there was something going on. Sirius knew him too well for both of their own good, sometimes. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't try his best to be annoying about it.
James smirked, stretching his legs out on top of the blankets, crossing them casually at the ankles. "Maybe I just fancied a chat with the hermit. D'you reckon it's meddling to try and set your grandkid up with his ex-girlfriend?"