"Obviously, yes but I know half a dozen charms to clean-- Where are you going?"

Severus had a feeling that he had just become a notch. Or that it had been disgusting for Sirius after all, that taste. Didn't he taste like other people? Was there something noticeably half-Muggle about it? Severus wasn't panicking. All right. Yeah. Be was going to panic.

He watched Sirius put his shirt back on and stood there, exposed, watching him with unreadable eyes before they glazed over with shame. And finally anger, too, as his shaking hands tried to rebutton his shirt.

Dammit!