Dora rolled her eyes, but she was glad for his sense of humour, especially now. As scared as she was, she didn't want to show it, and with Sirius being himself, there was no reason to.
"I bet we could sneak out of here," she said in a low, secretive voice. "Think the house is still here?" Threading her fingers through his hair, she nuzzled the top of his head. "Or we could lock the door, give the mediwitches a nasty little surprise next time they check up on us."
Sliding her hand underneath his gown and around his waist, settling it on his hip, she eyed the door warily. "What do you think we're like here?"