blood in the house, blood in the street

Kieren thinks that if his neighbours manage to see a man standing in a hall with fuzzy pink handcuffs, the damage is already done and he might as well let Sirius in. He steps back and gives him an amused, wary look, huffing out a fond laugh at how ridiculous this whole thing is. "And if I go rabid by that postbox, my cuffs aren't going to be there anymore," he says, a lighthearted protest if any. "That's on your head."