"You can act nice, sure, but that happens once, twice, three times, but when the same type of behaviour occurs over time, then it's not an act." She smiled at him softly. "Remus, love, if that kind of demeanour is hiding a need or want to kill someone with one's bare hands, then it's even more real. If you try to be nicer than you would normally be because there is a violence in the werewolf that you can feel even when it's not the full, then it's not a mask or a sign that you aren't good, but an accomplishment. It proves what a good person you are, because you could just give in. Maybe I'm getting it wrong, and please tell me if I am, but you think that I don't truly know you because I dismiss your nature. What I'm trying to explain, perhaps badly, is that the fact that you behave a certain way despite your nature proves that you are an incredible, loving, kind person, someone I'm honoured to call a friend, because I was very proud of how you behaved before I knew and I'm doubly so now that I know."
She chuckled. "It was an example. I didn't think you were, but really would you like it if people asked? Of course not. All those whys you want to ask, a lot of time people resent you for them, so I don't ask."
The blush was beautiful, and normally she would have commented, but this was too important, so for once she let it go. "Not really, no. When I went undercover, I became that person. This is why I had a handler, someone I could go to when I needed to be reminded who I really was, but when I was playing a part, I became the part. That's really not something that people do. Most people can't keep that up for long. Sooner or later, they go back to standard, and I agree that you will never know for certain, but if you get close to people, if you watch them enough, you can figure out the motivations as well. Will you be always right? Of course not, but you'll be more right than wrong, especially when you have the senses you do."
Marlene started to laugh at the last comment. "Oh, love. I was born in '48, by a single lesbian mother, with Asian features, from a powerful and old family, wore provocative Muggle clothes, friended the quiet Ravenclaw not really up to par with my family, wanted to save the world, joined the Aurors when it was unheard of, and went undercover doing all sorts of things. What part of that makes you think that I'm like anyone else. I'm not, but my mother taught me that we are all different, some differences are more apparent than others, but that each person has to be judged for what he does and not who he is, says he is or what people say he is. Friendship, loyalty, bravery, kindness, those are the things that mean something. You can tell a man from the type of friends he has, the jobs he holds, the way he speaks up for his students, the way he accepts differences. You are so many wonderful things that being a werewolf is really a small part of who you are."