[He's not quite in a mind to appreciate jokes--which is perhaps why the flatness of this particular joke strikes a chord with him, coupled with the broadness of honesty. Suspicious, first, Sirius holds his glance. Then a smile carves its way across his face. Not very pleasant. His expressions need work.]

You could do worse. [He speaks from experience on that.] And yet being out's nothing to complain about, so I s'ppose I'll go along with it all.

[And again: no real choice in it anyways.]

What's your deal that you've made, exactly?