Regulus’ face really said everything that needed to be said about the way they were talking. Sirius knew it was weird, but why then could neither of them seem to stop? Still, he didn’t have too much time to mull that over before Regulus was practically on top of him. “Oh no, oh Reg - ugh. I don’t know exactly where that mouth has been but I've got a good idea!” He complained, half heartedly batting him swag with a hand. “I do love you - you’re still my brother.” He replied regardless. “Well, that’s good because you’re quite stuck with me now.”
He nodded, again mulling it over. “I mean, we would really have to consider what is possible, what would work and what is ethical, but I suppose that on some level we certainly understand the transformation process and what happens once that has occurred and beyond better than a lot of other non werewolves.” He admitted. Sirius has been dealing with Moony and the full for years, and Regulus had been studying more studiously recently. “I like seeing you happy. I just… worry that that happiness is good for now but it won’t be a permanent thing. I worry you will get bored.” He admitted.
“He is a bit dull. He’s good looking enough I suppose - if you like that sort of thing, and for clarity, I mean chiseled men or men at all - but his personality seems to be liking quidditch and being some sort of ex playboy. That’s it. What do you even discuss aside from whatever you do together in the bedroom that I promise you I don’t want to know about?” He asked, not in an accusatory or mean tone, obviously just wasting to understand. He sighed then. “You really want me to make an effort and spend time with him?” He asked, knowing he would if Regulus asked but he couldn’t exactly say that he was keen on the whole thing. “And do you really want me to tell you if I do think the same?” He asked, because again that was a totally separate thing.