The man was getting a little pink in the face as they engaged in their silent struggle. He was absolutely not listening to the story, either, and...well, shit he was really, really fucking handsome. He was tall and lanky, with warm, golden skin, soft honey-brown curls, and tightly corded forearm muscles that stretched and flexed beautifully as he tried in vain to pry the rock out of Teddy’s hand. His skin glowed with a light sheen of sweat from the effort of wrangling his apparently feral baby, and Sirius imagined his old self wanting very much to find out what this gorgeous man tasted like.