[He's confused, at first, what the hell is she on about. And then he makes the connection, right, Grigori, her twin--different houses, far more obnoxious--and he glances around, and there he is himself, Grigori, and it clicks together then.
Him. Right. Broken nose. Sirius grins a little, despite himself, and--more for the show--gets out a fresh cigarette, entirely casual.]
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Him. Right. Broken nose. Sirius grins a little, despite himself, and--more for the show--gets out a fresh cigarette, entirely casual.]
All right there, mate? Nose looks good.
[He jerks his head up towards Sera.]
Might want to take the lady's advice.