Another faint noise of horror, and when Lex stepped around, she scurried her seat back away from him, the scraping of the legs almost too loud in Remus' mind.
Remus looked up to Professor Luthor, holding out his hands, dirty blond waves falling back from his face with the movements. The bites had healed slowly due to his own anxiety--he had taken to picking at whatever scars or scabs he had, causing the scars on his arms to be that much more deep.
"I'm a werewolf," he stated finally, quietly. "And yes, it has been a bit since the full moon. I'm just a little rattled from the last one is all. And i would hope they would be less expensive. I--we cannot afford that anymore."
"Of course we can," John added in quickly. "Whatever it takes, Remy."