Remus met Regulus' raised eyebrow with a smirk. Someone had been paying attention while Remus was working on translations over the last few months. "We can discuss your evil nature after my shift," he murmured into his own tea, the m'Tywyllwch visible in his smile, if left unvoiced.
Ted didn't seem interested in Regulus' revelation, but Remus certainly was. He had only the barest recollections of Dolohov from the first war. But, he knew the name from reports of the final battle, had spent so much time trying to recapture his future self when he first came back, he would have had difficulty forgetting the name of the man who had taken him away from Ted. Raising his gaze to catch Regulus', he merely nodded, however, acknowledging he, at least, recognised the importance of Regulus' hit.
"I think the real question is what would you like to do?" Remus stopped before taking another sandwich. "You'll have the opportunity to do anything once we get out of here. Anything at all, whether it's with the Ministry or the cultural centre or both."