Whatever he might've expected, it had not been the notion that Kieren might actually frame the sketch. After all, he's done more than a few that Sirius has seen already, all of them on sheets lying about the place. This one, he'll concede seems a bit more deliberate in form, but it's still surprising.

And pleasing.

"Anything but black," he says immediately, nestling in closer and stretching out his legs so his face is pressed to Kieren's shoulder. "It'd be just a bit too on-the-nose, I'd think. What about a rustic sort of gold?"