It isn't often Kieren praises him so easily -- usually more keen on poking fun or, at the very least, simply not working to inflate Sirius's ego any more than necessary -- and Sirius allows himself to revel in it, grinning wide as his chest warms.

"Is this reward going to be cleaning the mess I've made?" he asks as they both head back into the kitchen. There are pots and pans and knives strewn all about, filling the sink as well as nearly every bit of counter surface, bits of unused food stuffs all about and a bottle of wine still opened. The pot of stew happily boils atop the stove. "Or will you allow just a bit of magic to get it all taken care of?"