Taking the towel from Kieren, Sirius very carefully begins washing the squirmy little thing, wiping goo from behind its tiny ears and off its curvy back. It mews pitfully and Ginger glares up at him, panting at him in such a way that Sirius immediately settles the little ball down near her so that Ginger can nose and lick at it herself.

"What sort of sticky substances?" he asks, glancing quickly over at Kieren once more. "Did you need someone to lick you clean at the time?"