Sirius grinned, relishing in the juvenile nature of the interaction. The way Remus swatted for Sirius’ arm made him shift his posture at the threat of having his position destabilized completely.<br/>Straightening out his otherwise comfortable seat, Sirius undid the cross of his legs, letting both his shoulders meet the backrest.<br/>This allowed for a better view of Draco, who, everything considered, looked alright. He had been good company throughout dinner, willing to engage in conversation. That alone was a relief to Sirius, though he was still struggling with the fact that Draco intended to spend the night on his own.