Remus sighed softly as James spoke. He'd forgotten the younger man was involved in the search for the rogue werewolf pack. He wished he could tell the younger man he was right about his thinking, but considering the curse James had just survived, Remus doubted Voldemort would be any less brutal than the pack. Still, what could he say? James had a point in that he wasn't as sheltered as his boyish nature sometimes suggested.
It was all such a mess. Society had convinced the werewolf population their lives were greatly improved with their potion and Registry, they were blessed. These rogues, both the pack and the individuals like the one that attacked Dominque, would convince society all werewolves were a threat. Eventually they'd be right back where they had started and Voldemort would be free to come in and bring the werewolves to his side.
Sighing again, Remus briefly laid a sympathetic hand on James shoulder and merely nodded. What else could he say?
He had to smile though at the young man's admission. "I don't think the things you said were as stupid as you might think," he said with a smile, echoing what he'd told Sirius a few days before. His eyes warmed with humor as he continued, "Although, given you've told me before what a consummate liar you can be, I can see where telling the truth might be a bit shocking for you."
Sirius was indeed smiling. Even from where he stood just outside the range where even his hearing could make out more than a buzz of conversation between the two men, Remus recognised that expression. Pads was playing. Shaking his head, Remus finished his butterbeer. "Well, what's a family gathering without a little bit of excitement, eh?"