Taking Kieren's speed in dressing as a hint, Sirius quickly buttons his trousers and slips into the shirt Kieren as thrown his way. Though hardly his style, it fits well enough and he spends a moment running his hands through his hair. There's no taming it, really, and he doubts Kieren wants to give him the time to do a better job of it, so he only nods a moment later.

"Lead the way," he says, ignoring the slight tingle of irritation at the notion that they're likely to compare him to someone Sirius hasn't met, but heard much about already. He can only hope he'll seem better suited than Simon of all people.

A thought occurs to him a moment later and he pulls up a bit, head cocked. "Is he still here, you think? Your Simon."