"Oi!" Faelan exclaimed, trying in vain to shield himself with his napkin. Ducking away from the beer shower and Sirius' embarrassing show (some people were still laughing and waving in his direction) he was confronted a little too closely with snuggling and dropped his forehead to one hand, turning to Harry.
"I really reckon you just need to get laid, mate," he reasoned, smirking as Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Or else everyone's going to be setting you up with their brothers, and they're old!" This last bit was whispered as though it was a big secret.