Remus’ smile softened at that, though he hadn’t gotten the impression that Sirius had taken the tease to heart.<br/>“Yeah, I figured,” he replied with more kindness, a smile still at the corners of his mouth as he absentmindedly tightened the coil of the paper. Remus hadn’t given it a lot of active thought, but he almost always assumed that people, like he, fundamentally turned to that kind of work for cash.<br/>Turning the spliff between his fingers for a last time, Remus held it up between them, offering Sirius the first go with a little smile.<br/>“Did you work before they disowned you?” he asked, curious to know if Sirius had dared to toe that line.