Gaius rose to his feet, wrapping his arms around Sirius and craning up for a lingering kiss. "This seat is alway yours, Liebling," he purred softly, unable to resist rubbing against Sirius, black velvet on black leather creating a most interesting friction. "As always, you were magnificent. You don't need the magic to back you up, you know - your talent isn't dependent on charms. Well, not on magical charms, at least."
Gaius leered playfully, enjoying himself immensely. It had been too long since they had done this, and he was very glad they had this evening. "Have a seat - I have cognac, or would you like something else?"