Sirius didn't appear to be discouraged by the swat on the nose. He did, however, back off and flashed Remus a not so apologetic grin.

"Yeah, good luck gagging me." Sirius muttered before turning once again to their prematurely white friend.

"I'm a myth? This is news to me. All this time I've been missing out on the wine, virgins making sacrifices in my name, and, most importantly, the men fawning all over me." Ooh, did that mean he was going to get all of those? He could really get used to this delusion of grandeur thing.

"That's how it went in Greece and Rome, right? Kill a cyclops, skin a lion and suddenly you've got a cult holding ritual or--"