"You're a pretty girl, and I need a distraction or two. I'll give you more than take you flying, anything you want really. And, it's not like I'm asking you to distract Pettigrew. It's Black. Sirius. What do you say?" James laughed at himself and then stepped back to admire the expression he must have caused. He would have just confused himself if he had been talking to himself. Was he really that desperate to...yes. Yes he was.
"Sorry, forgive me. I'm going all about this arseways. We're housemates, no? How do you feel about Sirius Black, the rebel, marrying a Slut...slytherin?"