"Well," Gellert said, lifting a hand to gesture for Remus to come closer, "I am certainly glad that my team heeded your advice." Never mind that Albus had told him it had been under pressure from his office that the team had paid any attention whatsoever to the unexperienced opinion of a first year medical student. The tiniest bit of flattery, not too overdone, could work miracles.
Gellert kept his gaze trained on Remus's face, some part of his mind constantly analysing the microexpressions that flickered through the smallest muscles of his cheeks and brow. It was a skill that Gellert had always been exceptionally good at, reading people. Knowledge of human psychology and of the betrayals of even the smallest, unconscious shift in expression or body language could tell as much about a man as could Legilimency.