"It's Remus." He replied, not looking up from staring at his dirt-stained trainers and the bottoms of his sweatpants where the elastic had worn loose. "And I don't think of it that way. I'm not leashed. I'm not... there's more to me than what happens to me once a month. I have a life besides that." He did. Didn't he? He had friends. Family. A purpose, working with the Order. He looked up and turned to face her fully. "There's more to you too, you know."