Sirius: Do... do you really have to do that?
Remus: Has someone nicked my shirt?
James: ... ME!
Remus: ... R-Really?
James: Nah.
Sirius: I repeat... do you have to do that?
Peter: What's he doing, Padfoot?
Sirius: Being so naked while I'm trying to, y'know, breathe and think and stuff. S'very distracting.
(
The boys wax poetical about... well, something. No-one can seem to focus. )