Faelan watched Sirius' whole body sway with the beat for a moment, then gave a scowl. "God, you're right. This is much better. I actually like the hair. In fact, I think you should try it." He held up his hands in a makeshift frame, pretending to consider Harry like a piece of art. "Oh, definitely. I have the perfect red paint." Grinning, he noticed Gaius catching sight of them over Harry's shoulder, and he gave a wave. The man looked like he'd been feeling none too modest during his own back-of-the-closet dig that night, and it made Faelan chuckle. They were never hard on the eyes, but sometimes Faelan had to remember that Gaius and Sirius were fathers to no one, and still young in their own right.