Adam pulled his own cigarette out of the pack and dropped it onto the desktop before moving toward the door at the back of his office and pushing it open. "Come on. I've got a window seat in here," Adam said, moving toward it and pushing it open a bit so they could let the smoke out. "And no students to come knocking. I mean, not that they probably would, since it's Sunday." He sat down and lit up, blowing the first breath of smoke out the window.
"I'm the one who's the idiot. I teach Defense Against The Dark Arts, I should've known from the start." He shook his head. "Which clearly means that you're not the kind of werewolf who runs about eating people's babies and the like. Ergo, we can remain friends." He shrugged. Why hadn't he noticed before? Silly.