Sirius pressed his head almost painfully against Remus' leg in disagreement with his comment. "You wouldn't know. You can't enjoy laying down in your own lap. I, on the other hand, have been granted that unique privilege and I must say, you've ruined me for all future pillowesque things." he informed him, looking quite serious for a moment before his usual smile pulled his lips up once more.
"Well, you're a sweater sort of bloke. I'm most definitely not. They're itchy and uncomfortable and I really don't understand your fondness for them." Sirius teased, again in exaggerated tones because he was terribly good at that. "You wear the those itchy woolen things well though Moons. You make them look good." reaching up, he patted his friend's chest before moving his hand back to its original position.
"Me, on the other hand, well I rather fancy myself a cotton shirt sort of bloke." a beat "with short sleeves because long sleeves annoy the hell out of me. Can't stand them." Sirius had odd quirks.