Remus felt his mouth widen into a small 'o' at Sirius' completely incomprehensible logic. What sort of reasoning was that, anyway? All that just to get Remus to agree to drink? Remus glared at Sirius ineffectually. "That is the lamest excuse you've come up with so far to try to get me drunk," Remus said after a long pause.
He wasn't annoyed with Sirius. Of course not. He thought it was against his pre-determined mental ability to be mad at one Sirius Black. But Remus very much would like to comprehend why Sirius found it so amusing for Remus to embarrass himself.
"I'd really rather not know," Remus said sourly. "It's far too early in the day to get drunk, besides!" Remus tried protesting. It was all a rather valiant show of effort on his part though. Remus knew if Sirius really wanted that from him, he would never say no. Not to mention, Remus being a prefect meant things like illegally obtaining alcohol were actually something he was supposed to discourage.