Sirius put the bowl down on the table by the sofa before turning on Adrian. "Might be beyond his level," he pointed out, confident Godfather that he was and all. There was only a few feet between them, and the thumb tucked in the waistband didn't escape his notice. Tempting him to shove those down already. Well played, Adrian, well played.
All but prowling forward to close up the distance, Sirius gave Adrian a rough shove toward the sofa that was right behind him. The kind that would get a bloke to sit down whether they liked it or not. "The popcorn, however, shouldn't be a problem."