Sirius nearly laughed at the obvious body language. Harry had been after Faelan for smoking, had he? Well, Harry was probably right, but he'd never been much for that sort of right. He drew one out himself as he answered the question.
"Eh, just some man that I nearly formed a band with, till he left a friend of mine at the altar." Not wanting to get into it, he grinned. "Can't depend on a bloke like that, you know -- he might not show up for a gig."
With a wink at Faelan, he lit the cigarette, and then slid the nearly empty pack back to Faelan, along the side of the table furthest from Harry. He was looking ruefully at the cognac -- it just wasn't pleasant while smoking -- when Tom caught his eye across the room and pointed down at a beer on the bar. Sirius grinned and summoned it over.