"I could do it" Sirius offered determinedly, ignoring Moody's quizzical look. The door opened and James appeared, Harry cradled in one arm, bottle of fireqhiskey in his free hand.
"Potter" Moody said, electric eye following his movements as he approached. "I didn't realize our boy here had such a sense of humor.
James raised an eyebrow. "Who, Sirius? No, he doesn't have one." He lowered Harry into his bassinet, then offered up the bottle to the others.
"I'm actually be quite serious here" Sirius said, holding up a hand when James opened his mouth to make the obvious joke. "She wants me dead more than anything. You could use me as bait, lure her in, and trap her when she thinks she thinks-"
"No!"
The three men turned to see Lily stand in the door, glaring at them all.
"What?" James asked, but she ignored him.
"Come on, Sirius, do you know what happens to bait? It gets eaten alive." She said furiously, coming to stand across from him. "You always think you're so indestructible...it's like you haven't realized that this isn't just stupid kid stuff anymore, that there are people who are relying on you-" she broke off, then turned away, scooped a sleeping Harry from the place where James had laid him and hurried from the room before anyone could say anything else. The three of them stared at one another for a moment before James made to stand up. "I should go talk to her."
"No, I should do it." James shrugged as Sirius stood uneasily and made his way from the room.
"That girl's got a lot of love for you idiots" Moody commented lightly, bypassing James' firewhiskey for his own flask. James smiled. "Yes she does." He raised his glass. "Were lucky to have her."