"As far as I know," Adam said, then grinned. "You could be in secret and I'd be none the wiser." Not that it mattered. As long as he wasn't an asshole specifically to Adam, it was whatever.
"Werewolves are more likely to get hired into the government workforce in America if it's absolutely certain they're taking the Wolfsbane potion," Adam explained. "So I've met my share. You're the only one I've liked. All the others have a persecution complex like you wouldn't believe. Even the smallest thing and they're pulling the race card." Another shrug. "They're douchebags. So thank you for not beind a douchebag, sir."
"Better than working for the Goblins. I've done that a few times, never enjoyed it." Adam took another drag and made himself comfortable, slipping his shoes off and pulling his legs up onto the window seat, even though they took up vastly more space than he'd been taking up before. "Besides, most wizards frown on blood magic, too, because it's 'dark,' so you and me, we're in the same Dark Arts boat. Sort of."