"Am not." Sirius sounded very offended and, once more, he looked at the boy, who smelled great and was a half-blood, wanting to get some agreement in too. "My face isn't like that of a weasel, right?"

That seemed like an easy thing to prove. He didn't even have fur. "Your face is nice."

Maybe flattery would get him agreement. He turned back to James, bolstering himself up. "All of my tutors said I'm incorrigible!"

He wasn't sure what that meant, but it was always said with a certain tone that had him assumed it had to be bad. Which meant good.