Sirius had seen Remus so many times at the club that the comment surprises him, knowing full well that they usually worked around the same hours.<br/>As he descended the stairwell together with Remus, mostly focusing on his footing rather than looking at his flatmate, he suddenly realised what Remus was actually asking him.<br/>Despite having no real shame in his job, he could still feel the heat surge to his cheeks at the implication, not thinking poorly of the guys who<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>stay there late, but also very aware that he just wasn’t one of them. Despite how long he had been doing drag by now, he still felt a little shy about the entire ordeal, and mor importantly, much too shy to ever stay there later than he did, when the shows got more… risqué.<br/>“Oh,” he sputtered, torn between not wanting to feel like he has to defend himself, but somehow also desperate for Remus to get the proper expression of what he was actually doing.<br/>“I-I don’t either,” he explained, unsure exactly how to talk himself out of this while still being as vague as possible. “I’m usually in the earlier act.”