"Lady, I'm what every woman is looking for. I'm rich, I'm handsome with a devil-may-care attitude, I own my own business and flat, and also, I have a motorcyle," Sirius drawled, ticking off the list on his fingers before leaning over the bar and smirking at her, "Plus, you've never even seen my most admirable assets."
Sirius laughed lightly, reaching into the icebox and pulling out a bottle for her and cracking the lid against the counter. It flipped up and he caught it out of the air without looking as he poured her drink. "A cherry for the lass...or lad?" Sirius said, adding a cherry to the top of her drink and motioning to her abdomen. He grinned and popped an olive into his mouth. "Me? I have just been working. And doing stuff with James and Lily, but being a third wheel on their mega-life-date is kind of boring for them, so I try and give them a break every once in awhile. What about you? Other than incubating, and I was serious about every girl in my year being preggo, yours too. Like, it's seriously in the water." Sirius wasn't even going to think about his little incubation project.
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