"Of course. Silly of me. No one can handle Sirius Black after all." he said, with the intent to poke at the other's well-known loneliness, at least he knew that far, that Sirius Black, the former playboy, was currently single.
"I might not have grown in... 'length'.." he started with a drawl: "But I sure hope I've matured out of my teenager's personality... as you can see, I haven't hexed your big ass, didn't even try to take out my wand.." he said, and took a gulp of his butterbeer, ordering some firewhiskey for himself.
A soft cough produced in his throat at the other's words, if one looked at his lips, they were stretched and thin in some sort of contempt, but his eyes were sparkling in a laugh he would never let out, not nearly that drunk yet. "Yeah, I'm the perfect image of a charming vampire, Black, I'll take that as a compliment, if you don't mind."