The unspoken accusation was a fair one, and Sirius could do nothing in the face of it but laugh and tilt his head, conceding the point. "One of many, I should think," he murmured, low enough to be decently private in the bustle of the bar.
Another patron caught his attention- had likely been trying to catch his attention- then, and he held up a finger to indicate that Bill ought to wait if he wanted a story and went off to do his job. Rosmerta adored him- or so he'd claim to all and sundry, and she hadn't sacked him yet, so perhaps it was even true- but there was only so much inattention to the demands of her loyal drinkers that even he could get away with.
Five minutes later, or perhaps closer to ten, he was back, taking Bill's glass to refill it without asking.
"All right, Mssr. Weasley," he said, wiping at a nearby spill before leaning his elbows on the bar, "Are you certain you're fully prepared for the tale of the time I wrestled the Giant Squid?"