It's a bit of a touchy subject, Sirius knows that much without even so much as looking at Kieren. It's touchy because he's not certain if they're stuck here now, in Roarton, or if this is some trick of Darrow and they'll end up back there in mere moments.

Or if, perhaps, Sirius will be ripped from Kieren entirely and find himself suddenly cowering beneath a Dementor in the heart of Azkaban.

"It seems he and I aren't entirely masters of our own destinies in that regard, though I'm certain Kieren would be happy to come back if given the choice." It's only once the words are past his lips that he realizes the truth in them and a heavy weight settles in his chest. Would Sirius himself be able to hack it in a town like this, small and ordinary and Muggle. It's not so different from Darrow, perhaps, but it seems a great deal smaller, what little of it he's heard from Kieren and now seen for himself.

Swallowing, he forces himself to continue though the weight doesn't ease any. "Perhaps he could work as an art teacher or get himself a little studio. Do you have that sort of thing here?"