Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. I got the scene idea from a picture by blue-fire on Deviant Art.
"Remus?"
Sirius was using a tone Remus recognized well. He sighed and glanced at his friend. "What?," he asked.
"Can I pimp you?"
"No...What does that even mean?!"
Sirius pulled out a small red book and pointed out a word to Remus, who paled slightly.
"No."
"Pleeease?," whined Sirius.
"No!"
"We'll split the profits fifty-fifty," offered Sirius with a sly grin.
"No," said Remus in a hoarse, demonic-sounding voice, and Sirius paled, eyes widening.
"Just do it, Moony," said James, looking up from his book on Quidditch.
"Why should I?!"
"Because you're sexy, and you want us to have enough money to be happy, right?," said Sirius hopefully, and Remus sighed, knowing he wouldn't win.
"Fine," he said tiredly.