"Crummy?" James replied, once again turning his head to meet Sirius' eye. The way the corner of his mouth quirked made it clear that he found the reply to be witty, appearing well pleased with himself.<br/>Still smiling, James ducked his gaze, shifting so that he could exchange the last dry piece of the crust for his abandoned beer.<br/>"Or a bloke?"<br/>The question was spoken not looking at Sirius, taking some of the inevitable intimacy off the question. James' voice hadn't wavered, probably too casual for the context, but it wasn't like he cared a whole lot. Mostly, James just wanted in on the joke, having come to realize just how often Sirius had made similar remarks that all had caught James off guard.<br/>When James slumped back against the wall, eyes returning to Sirius as he took a drink, there was nothing unkind about his expression. James sat just as relaxed as he had before, though the smile had softened to a ghosting. Then, a moment later, his smile widened.