"Sure," Sirius replies easily enough, standing quickly only so he can shrug off the jacket he's been wearing and toss it over the back of the sofa.

He drops into the cushions a second later with no warning, pushing so he's pressed up close to Kieren, not caring a wit for the sketch on his lap until he notices what it's of. His grin widens then. "Thinking of me, at least, were you?" he says, his voice all tease and maybe a little smug.