Sirius shook his head at that, even if Remus couldn't see him anymore. Motor oil was a nightmare to get off anything, including skin, so he could at least make sure that it wouldn't be too bad. He didn't want to cause more trouble than he was actually helping.<br/>"I'll be out in a spiffy," he called back, figuring that Remus could wait for at least a little bit.<br/>Once he deemed that his hands were clean enough, he dried them off and went out to join Remus again. It was only then he realised that Remus was wearing a terrible mismatched outfit. He didn't know why, but there was something deeply endearing about the sweater combined with the scrubs. It brought a smile to his lips that he didn't even bother to fight. "Alright, all your's."