Even though Sirius wouldn’t have called himself drunk, there was something incredibly sobering about exiting the club and making their way home. The first ten minutes of their walk home had been fairly anxiety ridden for Sirius, mostly eased by what alcohol was still in his system, having never actually walked him while still in drag.<br/>Thus he jumped a little when Remus seemed to answer the thought that he believed he had been able to keep away from his face. He had come to the same conclusion though, having not exaggerated the first time he told Remus that he was very good, however he had never known just how good he actually was.<br/>“I think you’re right,” he said in a soft voice, feeling a little self conscious about the entire thing but it did seem that Remus was right and that no one realised exactly what Sirius was.