Sirius: Wow, this is a really nice place, guys
James: Yeah, and here’s the nursery, that’s our bedroom
Sirius: Oh, hey, what’s that on your bed?
Regulus: Sirius, it’s nothing—
Sirius: Is this handcuffs?
James: …no
Sirius: It’s handcuffs
James: Okay, yes, but we didn’t use it
Sirius: It’s on your bed, and you—your wrists are bruised, Reggie
Regulus: …I tripped
Sirius: And got bruises around your wrists?
Regulus: Yes
Sirius: Do you think I’m dumb?
James: Okay, we did use it, only once so far, and Reg was only cuffed so I can give him a strip tease with scarves, and then after—
Regulus: James…my brother doesn’t need to know about our sex life. What we do in the bedroom is our thing, Sirius, even if James gave me a naked dance with a scarf on
Sirius: …I can’t verbally explain how disturbing that is to me
James: Which part? The handcuffs or the dance with the scar—
Sirius: EVERYTHING!