Adrian saw the scars. He however, made no mention of them, nor did he shift his focus to them. He knew what they were and why they were there. He had researched her a bit, learned she'd been attacked by Greyback about five year ago, during the war. And she survived. Few of his victims did. As far as he could make out, she hadn't been bitten, and wasn't a werewolf, which was a blessing.
Ahh, Merete is your aunt then. I wasn't exactly certain of the relations. I suppose it's nice to be in the family business and actually enjoy doing so. In too many cases, families expect you to be a part of it and you must either disappoint them by choosing your own road, or submit and be quite miserable. It's nice to know there is that third option." He finished the last of his sandwich and turned back to his coffee.