"Yeah, I have that kind of-" Sirius caught himself in time to sort of fade out in the middle. Maybe now--just when he'd finally convinced Pete that he could be a decent houseguest--was not the time for witty off-color comments. He moved away from the door, back toward the center of the room. "Want me to make some popcorn?" It was about as far as his culinary expertise went.
It would probably tarnish Sirius Black's reputation if anyone knew his plan now was to end up falling asleep cuddled next to his friend without sex being involved.