Tonks nodded, "Which makes me worry as I wonder what came first, his abilities as an Animagus or his attraction to poodles." She sighed, "There really is no right answer, there."
Tonks had to admit, she was fascinated. MLE wasn't exactly sympathetic to the plight of werewolves and was quite happy sticking to the ravenous, Greyback like image of bloodthirsty man-eaters. Hearing about them in more human terms was an incredibly interesting change, if not horrifying on its own level. As Remus spoke of his childhood, Tonks found herself going cold. She of all people couldn't understand the concept of a painful transformation, much less the effects of one on a child. She wondered for the slightest second to ask why his parents would do that, but she and Lupin had, after all, just barely met a few weeks ago. Maybe she'd bug her cousin, or maybe she'd just wait and ask Lupin one day when they knew each other better. "A painful transformation.." She shivered. Again she wondered if he'd known who'd infected him, another question too personal to ask. "I had no idea. I always thought it was like.. Well like Animagii or even like us. How can you handle something like that? How do you heal from it?" She leaned forward then, "You say Sirius keeps you in check, so when you're transformed.. Can you keep your personality? Your sanity? Like, you're still Remus Lupin just in a different shape?"
Tonks did choke then. The idea of Sirius keeping anyone in line.. Well it was just too damned ironic. Tonks' annoyingly over active imagination chose just then to kick in once more and she suddenly got a flash of an image in her head of a gigantic werewolf trying to grab some sleep after a night of running and hunting and a bored oversized black dog trying desperately to get its attention, yapping and jumping and biting and barking and tail wagging. It was, oddly enough, endearing.