"Okay, Han Solo." There was an uneasy tremor to his voice, trying to hide it with a half chuckle. This was not the Padfoot he expected. Remus reached out and messed Sirius's hair. He let his hand trail down to the nape of Sirius's neck, brushing across his clavicle. "I'd make a joke about how this always makes me Leia, but I own it."