"Oh, the good old trick of listen and observation, eh?" He was more teasing than anything. He knew that MacNair was good at his job. After all, he had given the best fight all those years ago that he had ever been put up with, and at that time, MacNair had still practically been a child. In seriousness, Fenrir still considered him a child in his eyes, and less than a child, he considered him to just be something of a lesser being than what he was. Werewolves weren't psychic or anything like that. No that was left to the vampires, a kind that Fenrir found to be rather disgusting if he was serious. Perhaps it was merely an ingrained prejudiced, but he always felt his skin crawl when his kind were compared to those creatures.
He chuckled, letting out a sound that appeared more as a growl than a laugh, but the grin on his face told easily how he felt about the entire thing. "I can just imagine," he growled out. "You'd have probably made a fine wolf." He took a long swig from the drink, letting out a sigh against the burning sensation in the back of his throat, he set the wolfish grin back on his face. "Probably so. Either way, I wouldn't be having this conversation with you now. I'd have had to find some other soul to get the inside information on the blasted Ministry."
And that much was true. There was no way that he could get a werewolf into the Ministry. If they weren't already registered by the entire bloody thing, then they would get find out before they'd ever work their way higher up into the Ministry in order to actually be able to find out real information. And the Ministry wondered why so many werewolves flocked to him so willingly. Really, he owed his entire success to them. "Oh? Here for the centaurs, are you?" He grinned, looking around the clearing almost tauntingly. "I'm sure they just adore you... and that lovely mouth of yours, of course." Fenrir gave an easy shrug. "I'm a smart man. I know how to use what I have, and that includes... friends." It was almost an olive branch from one mad man to another.
"Oh?" His eyebrows shot up, completely interested, and there was no way to hide that as he sat up, leaning forward to hear this information. "A werewolf... in the school? Now that is definitely something new." He grinned. "When you find him... give me, yeah, a progress report. I don't want to scare him as wizards so easily are at that age." His gaze turned to stare off as he thought about this, licking his lips as he did. "Not yet," he agreed. "You're probably right, MacNair, but... I can be rather... persuasive." That sinister grin was back again.