"Well when my most amiable shirts go missing, yours is the first room I'm checking," he warned.
As he spoke he drew up his knees toward his chest, perching his feet on the edge of the table. Somehow, oh Merlin the position felt fantastic. Or maybe it was the potion. But either way, that slightly wrung out feeling was starting to fade. Curiosity after the 'why' didn't trouble him as he felt the nice, stable ease of sobriety stretching down his limbs.
For a moment, he cocked his head to the side and took a sip of his coffee. Had he been with Sirius last night? A plethora of memories washed over his mind's eye, but none of them snagged. What did snag was the way Amarissa's drenched clothes had just kind of... clung. Everywhere. Yeah. That was definitely last night.
"I may possess a great number of fascinating skills, but being in two places at one time sadly is not yet one of them. You know, without the help of a polyjuice, anyway," he amended with a shrug. But whenever James had need a double, Sirius was the one downing the potion, so in this context it was pretty moot anyway.
Laughing a bit seemed to be jumping the gun on his stomach, so he reigned it in to an amused sort of chuckle. Sirius' mild ribbing was borne with a smirk and a raise of his eyebrows that bordered on suggestive. There wasn't any accusation, not even a tease of a hint at the notion that it would somehow be wrong even if James had slept with her.
"I got the grand tour," he mentioned. "After we got up to her bedroom to listen to Sinatra - did I mention that she was the one who invited me in for a drink?" At least, that was how he remembered it happening. "You know, after the quidditch match." Sirius probably hadn't known, or didn't remember, but that was why he'd mentioned it. "One minute we're dancing and the next thing I know I'm up to my," he made a very ambiguous gesture at his torso, though give the way his body was curled in on itself he could have been referencing... anything. "Chest, in a bubble bath. You know, I hadn't really pegged her for a bubble bath kind of girl. Then again, I'd never seen her polish off nearly a whole bottle of firewhiskey all on her lonesome before."
Throughout his slightly disjointed summary he'd been practically patting himself down, but finally he managed to find his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out. He reckoned he probably could sleep with Amarissa if that was what he was aiming for. But at the moment it just seemed to personal. How it was was, well, nice. James wasn't terribly interested in changing anything.
"Now, what can you remember of your night - even though odds are low it's going to top taking a bath with our neighbor," he prompted. If he'd been thinking a bit straighter, he'd have actually thought to put money it.