"Pleasure's all mine, whiskey," returned Sirius, charming as ever.
Sirius didn't notice anything had changed after he said his name. Being seen as a convicted murderer was the furthest thing from his mind. What to burn was what was on his mind.
"If it bothers you that much, you can fix the lopsided hole. Be my guest," he dismissed, disenchanting the other shovel. He caught it as it fell over limp, and then held it out to her in offering.