Definitely not from the same world, Remus decided, judging by the differences in scent and the words that held similar meaning in context, but he suspected had vastly different histories behind them. While he normally wouldn't tell anyone -- he didn't care that Malfoy seemed to imply his condition was well known, now -- Remus had also never held back from sharing his story with other werewolves. Not since the old matron in the caravan that first winter in France had started teaching him what Greyback likely had never known to forget in the first place.
"No, I was bitten when I was a small child. In my world, most are bitten," he explained. "There are...stories, legends...of cubs that are born. But, most of us live too isolated and impoverished a life to ever consider trying to start a family. It's not been proven that I know of that the curse can or cannot be passed through genetics. So, it would be a risk, as well."
Golden eyes watched silently for a moment, considering and still. "I don't think we are from the same world, are we? We are similar. But, not quite the same. Things are different in your world, aren't they? The way your eyes widened -- and don't worry, it was only a fraction, a less observant person would not have noticed -- when I cast the charm. Was it the magic itself? Or a different magic from what you know?"