Ah, there he is, the Moony that Sirius knows and loves. Doesn't matter how old he is, he'd know that scathing wit anywhere, and appreciate it. Sirius grins brightly.

"Now now, I managed it, eventually," he retorts, and rubs a palm against his bearded jaw appreciatively. He's rather proud of his scruff, okay, it only took him over a decade to grow.

"But 'course you are. I mean, look at you. You can't tell me I'm not entertaining for you, too."