Somehow the question seemed to clear up even less about Remus’ intentions for the conversation, and Sirius was left wishing that they could have had this conversation in the morning where he’d have a clearer head. Nothing seemed to make sense to Sirius and yet he knew that he had to figure out exactly why Remus had initiated this conversation in the first place.<br/>“I just don’t understand why you think I’d tell on you<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>,” he reiterated, unsure exactly where he lost Remus, but he was trying to get them back on common ground. He didn’t want Remus to think that this was something that he held over his head as threat, knowing just how much Remus would stand to lose if this somehow got out.<br/>“I’ve seen you at the club so many times before, hell, you’ve seen<span style="font-style: italic">me</span>at the club so many times before,” Sirius explained, still feeling certain that Remus had to have seen him and recognised him, even if it had been in drag.