You're as drunk as sirius black, if not more. He's sitting on the couch in front of you, eyes trailing up and down your body. When your finger lifts his chin up to look at you, he goes still.

"Are you as wasted as I am?" You tilt your head seductively.

"Mhm." He replies, eyes on you.

"Wanna come back to my room?" You smirk.

"Lead the way, pretty lady." He stands and follows you closely, like a puppy.