"I thought it would fit your sparkling wit." Sirius caught the ball and then tossed it between one hand and the other, shrugging. "All I can hear is a lack of pretty pleases, so I'm guessing you'll stay sparkly. Alas!"

Whatever was there to be done about it? Sirius shrugged and suddenly put the ball down on the mattress, getting up. "Hey, sit down. You can help me pick out my outfit." He was smirking in a way that gave away, all too easily, that he had things planned. Sirius really didn't have a poker face and he really didn't care. "Maybe we can match."