Well, fuck. If he'd known cracking a little joke would earn a murderous glare and a crumbled piece of paper, Sirius might have yelled something that merited it. He could count the number of times Remus gave him the I-Want-To-Punch-Your-Face look on one hand. Frowning, he looked down, and failed to conceal a faint smirk as he read the little note.
"That little wanker," he muttered with a hint of fondness. Adrian was a braggart, was he? It wasn't a surprise, because who wouldn't want to brag after shagging Sirius Black, but there was something wonky about the fact he'd bragged about it specifically in Remus's direction. What did Remus care? Yeah, Sirius had picked up a little hint of jealousy in those remarks of his on the journals, but Remus couldn't be glowering about a little sexual escapade he'd had with Adrian. He'd told them to be safe, practically encouraging it. He should be HAPPY.
"What crawled up his arse and died?" he asked James, plopping down on a seat with a wet squelching sound. "Don't tell me it's this." A nod to the paper he crumbled into a ball and dropped on the table. "It's not, yeah?"