Ginny and Sirius
"At my service?" Sirius raised a suggestive brow, letting the moment linker as he gazed into the young woman's strangely familiar eyes. Not that he would ever imply someone ought to 'service' him upon first meeting, but she'd said it - not him.
Shifting until he felt as comfortable as he was ever going to be in that hospital bed still knitting flesh together one stitch at a time, Sirius offered his hand to Eugenia.
"Sirius Black. And I would be at your service in return, but some horrid troll has seen to leave me rather indisposed, so you may have to settle for endless compliments and a warm smile. Welcome to my prison cell."