He nodded. 'Perhaps that would be an easier way. Harry would...' tease him mercilessly, '...help me convince him.'
He wasn't too fond of Lupin either, he'd never liked werewolves, didn't trust them, especially not after their attack on Perth. Still, Lupin was a hell of a lot better than Umbridge.
He leaned his head into his hands again when Percy asked him if he knew all women he'd slept with, shaking his head. 'It took a few - or more - years before I realised that friends make better lovers than random fucks,' he admitted. 'And even then, there were a few who were the very temporary type of friends, or rather who left in a huff when they realised I wasn't joking when I said I'd never want a relationship with them.' He sighed. He never went into anything without open cards, but even if they agreed from the start there were always the ones who said one thing, meant another and hoped to "change him". It was rare that these women stayed his friend after they realised the change would never come.
He'd never really understood why they'd been the one to get angry when he'd been the one lied to. Especially since what they'd "found out" was only that he was being completely honest.