"I put them where I can find them," Sirius corrected, "and then you get all 'No, Padfoot, no, those don't match, sit, stay' and we end up late for breakfast. That happened once!" He shot Remus a mock glare and ended up smirking, all too aware of the boy's embarrassment. It wasn't personal, Sirius thought about sex in association with everything, but still. Amusing!
"Not porn, Moony-o," he said, reaching the common room and heading for the portrait door, with the sense to lower his voice accordingly lest anyone overhear them. "Erotica, maybe. There is a difference. And there's nothing wrong with that. Or hot chocolate," he added sweetly. "Say, how about we pick up some of that while we're in the kitchens?" he added, pushing the door open and holding it for his friend.