[Really, Sally, you are very special. It's just that Sirius doesn't always think of the fact that what a girl wants to hear is not 'yes let's go on a getaway you and my best mate'. Even when he's totally sober, he doesn't always have that thought. (See: his intense relationship with James 'probably you can live in a shed in the garden Sirius don't worry' Potter.)

Anyways. Motorbikes! Loads more important.]

No, no, I've got a broomstick as well. Actually, I've got a few. But I got a motorbike when I was seventeen, when my Uncle Alphard died, and left me all of his gold. And got blasted off of the family tree for it. Brilliant. Motorbike and flat, and-- gifts, to the Potters, for putting up with a second bloody son that they'd never asked for.

[a.k.a, Sirius, which he sort of gets at by knocking the bottle against his chest, vaguely, before he takes another sip.]