"I want to know more about the ones on your wrists. But I'm more curious about how much of your body is covered with scars and how much blood you wake up to the morning after." Lex leaned forward.
"The scars make me think you weren't chained down for most of your lifetime of transformations - perhaps just locked away? Which means you've spent most of your years largely alone and solitary? You mentioned treatments - later we can get into just what exactly those charlatans made you do. You look in need of a good strengthening potion." Lex shook his head a bit, half bemused, half angry. "Exorcisms?" His tone said it all.
"I'm going to make an assumption, but I don't think I'm wrong in thinking you're the one who researched Wolfsbane and the one who researched me. I can't see your mother reading up on my exploits." Lex smirked a bit. " And you were sensible enough to realize you couldn't make the potion yourself. So Remus, how have you managed in Hogwarts and is whomever is helping you there going to be made aware of my possible contribution?"