"Yeah, you, Moony," Sirius answered, midly amused by his friend's unableness to speak in whole sentences. Scratch the midly, he was fully amused. And as usually Sirius did not hide it. "Unless you suddenly decide that your actual name isn't Remus Lupin. In that case the answer would be no, not you." He winked at him before he flopped down on the sofa. Sirius sat on space: the more space the animagus managed to occupy, the more relaxed he felt. Arms were sprawled across the back rest to both sides while one leg was lazily resting on the seating surface.
After a sip of beer, he remembered that his friend had asked him another question. "You remember Bill Weasley?" he asked.