Sirius’ brows quirked in an unspoken agreement; he had made the switch from general mechanics to motorcycles about a decade ago, and the more niche the subject matter seemed to become, the more he had come to enjoy himself.<br/>“I have one of my own,” he said with a nod towards the windows; though these only overlooked the sunken light terrace, Sirius was making reference to the garage in the back end of the garden somewhere above them. “She’s a rescue, too, but she’s been done since I was around your age.”<br/>For all that mattered, that was the truth, though the restoration of a bike Sirius’ own age never felt quite finished. He had only really learned to mend it professionally years after he’d started tinkering with it.<br/>“Your ma ever let you ride one?” he grinned after a pause, eyes returning onto Draco over the rim of his mug.