Sirius stepped back, proud as a peacock, and strutted around his stool. "I know, I know..." he smiled, laughed a little then sat back down. His stool wobbled and he certainly felt that buzz of liquor humming through his system. He turned to look at the lack of line up for his attention and he laughed. "You should see the third year fan club I have - I doubt they'd be allowed in here, you know - and it's fairly certain that if I had wanted some company tonight I could find it." He shrugged.
Sirius wasn't too much into wandering these days. He did enjoy his teaching position, enjoyed where his life was, and complicating things with lovers and bad choices didn't seem high on his list anymore. Of course, he was thirty-five; his need to relax might finally be settling in.
Out of nowhere he whipped his head to look at Severus. "I do indeed know more," he started proudly then grimaced. "And oh, Sevvy. I would never actually let you lure me. I'd just let you think you could then POOF!" His fingers splayed as though there was mist in the air. "I'd be gone."