The baby was as sweet as a kitten, settling warmly into his arms without a moment's fuss. Sirius doubted this one required much skill -- at least at the moment. He shifted uneasily at Neville's complement.
"Suppose," he said with a smile. "Don't know why I'd have an affinity for the unruly, mercurial years." He cleared his throat. "Look, thanks for giving him a job. He didn't think anyone would, you know. I think that's helped him as much as anything I've done -- just knowing that a stranger could trust him and not change his mind when he knew, first, and then being productive -- not to mention having his own money."
The child's head had become heavier while he was speaking, and now sagged an inch to rest more solidly against him. "I think the pink knight, here, has fallen off to sleep. Want to grab yourself something to eat while I hold him?"