What a pleasant morning person. Sirius kept sitting there, squinting up through the sun at the glaring boy. Maybe he was a man. Hard to tell at the moment.
He'd consider him a boy until he learned how to say his name with some respect and not go spewing it out.
"That would be me, without the fucking, yeah," Sirius replied, pushing himself up to stand. "But you're obviously not Moony. Who are you?"