Sirius doubted that he was ever going to get properly used to seeing Remus smile, finding that his smile really lit up his face in a wholly pleasant way. It distracted him so much as he left the room together with Remus that he barely registered that he had actually asked a question.<br/>It probably took him a moment too long to properly register what Remus was asking him, suddenly feeling that they were very much in public, and fearing that someone would understand what they were talking about. However, they had absolutely no context for their conversation, and Sirius reminded himself of that as he nodded softly.<br/>“Yeah,” he said with a sheepish grin.<br/>He wasn’t embarrassed by his profession either, but he did find that while he and Remus worked at the same club, their jobs had vastly different connotations. Hell, some people might even find Sirius’ profession to be worse than Remus’, simply due to the nature of what he was doing.<br/>“Not like you though, I’m a performer,” he stated, intentionally keeping it vague, but feeling certain that Remus would be able to connect the dots.