"Hey, you twat! I've been told I look great." Given everything, anyway. Harry had asked him if he'd dyed his hair, even. But then, he was just 'old' to Harry. Looked less 'old' than Remus. Or Snape, for that matter, and wasn't that at least some good fucking Karma. "I escaped Azkaban about three years ago. I was trying to hunt down Peter, but he escaped me again. And here we are now."

He shrugged. "At least I got Harry a Firebolt. Most beautiful broom I've ever seen, you heard of it yet?"