It's a little odd for Sirius, who is, of course, used to getting on quite well with Remus, and the difference in age hardly matters much to him. Remus is Remus, no matter the circumstances.

He's certainly feeling that chilly wind, though, and it's enough to make him arch a brow, his eyes following the movement of Remus' hands for a moment before flickering up to his young face.

"Mm, you know I always know when you're lying, Moony," he says amicably, rounding the table to lean over it, resting his elbows on the surface. "What've you thought of so far?"