A question had quite possibly never caught Moony this ill prepared, nothing about their interaction having alluded to the fact that this was the conversation Sirius intended to string up. Immediately feeling his face flush, Moony shifted, eyes leaving Sirius. Instead, he moved far enough for his cheek to brush against the side of his knee, face mostly obscured to Sirius' view. His eyes were deadbolted onto his own shoe, a ringing to his ears.<br/>"Why do you ask?" he countered, his immediate instinct being defensive, though his voice was choked up with embarrassment.<br/>Even while looking away, every ounce of his attention remained on Sirius. Desperately needing to regain his footing, Moony scratched at the nettle stings around his bare ankle, a shot of pain going up his leg. For a brief moment, it was perfect. Then reality once again seeped into his peripheral vision.<br/>Moony really didn't have a clue what the right answer was, going into the conversation blind. He was willing to lie and said that he had, if he thought that was the answer Sirius was hoping for, though he doubted his friend would believe him. Even though there had been many changes over the course of the last few months, Moony doubted Sirius would believe he had managed to make another friend, let alone meet anyone else he'd want to kiss.<br/>When he spoke there was a shyness to his voice, reluctant to speak on it. "I haven't."