"I'm aware of that fact. Apparently I'm dead, as you pointed out," he answered, ignoring the chuckle. There was nothing to laugh about when it came to Sirius. Regulus wanted to strangle his brother at this point for what he was doing, leaving him like some homeless pauper. "I have not seen the need to socialise with many. Having a hand in killing the Dark Lord isn't conducive to a healthy life, especially for a pureblood."
Regulus didn't see the need to lie when Lupin had said it so well. "Don't mention it, and I also meant unable to use a comb or a few anti-wrinkles spells on your clothes or even a simple face lotion. You'd be surprised what a little magic and a lot of creams can do for that tired and overworked look."
He knew about the curse of the position, although he doubted that it was a real curse and mostly the fact that Dumbledore got inexperienced people. "He might have more success if he hired people who actually knew and understood the Dark Arts. It's hard to defend against it when you don't understand it. I do wish you well."