"Other than being bit, have you ever had to be with another werewolf?" Marcus cast a look at him. "Other than Lupin. Were you there when he was? You and him are the only ones I've met with anything like civilization." His gaze shifted back to the walls. "S'like the wolf came out, more wolf than man." His jaw tightened, remembering one time his brother had joked that they ought to bite Marcus, because it'd fit him well enough since he was already half animal. A low rumbling irritable growl at the memory.
He snorted, looking back at Bletchley, his arms crossed. "You want an expert, complain to Cap and find out why they sacked the one bird in our office who knew shite about beasts." One shoulder shrugged. "I just know how to take them down if they get violent." He watched the spell come into being, taking note of the blood involved, and that the shelf couldn't be reached by the wolf. Not that a wolf could use a knife.