Kieren's still drinking in the sight of his own reflection and Sirius can't say he blames him. As attractive as he finds Kieren just as he is with his light, light eyes and pale skin, he can admit there's something startlingly nice about this one as well. Perhaps it's the healthy hue of his skin, the life in his eyes.

"Whenever you'd like," Sirius promises again, his smile widening at the awe in Kieren's tone. "Well, I am a wizard," he reminds him, tightening his hold around Kieren's middle. "And, believe it or not, I did very very well in school. My family may not be good for much, but it seems I inherited some skill, at the very least."