"Oh yeah." Sirius held out his hands like he was framing himself from the neck up. "Young rebel with his long hair and his motorcycle driving in the city after drinking and dancing at a club. The paparazzi would be all over me." He lowered his hands. "I never saw much need to protect my family fortune. I like spending it too much. My friend had to talk some sense into me before I wasted it all." His smile faltered a little.

He missed Remus. It was all-- it was terribly complicated and he suspected him of terrible things but he was still Remus. Always so sensible. He'd have a better idea of what to do here, even if it meant stabbing Sirius in the back.