"Is something funny?"
Sirius asked, looking sharply at Lucas after clearly feeling as if he was being laughed at.
"Yes; quite funny in fact--a grown man who doesn't know how to properly use his mouth. I believe that skill is acquired when one reaches the age of, say... five years old?"
"Oh, "haha", funny, really funny."
Taking an aggressive bite out of his red-skinned apple while maintaining razor-sharp eye contact with Lucas, Sirius chewed the juicy contents of the fruit with the same fearsomeness.
"I've got a question for you."
Lucas began to rummage through the supply sack after speaking softly, earning a side glance from the apple-eating man.
"Let me guess: it's about me not being able to chew properly?"
"Not that; this is about our mission."
