At least Teddy appeared to have understood, Remus thought, trying to make himself feel a bit better about the situation. He suspected he would never forgive himself for it; as happy as he was to have a son (and he was very, very happy), he'd put Dora at risk. Constant risk. He had put pressure on her to provide for him, to care for him; he couldn't do for himself a week out of every month. And then a child? It was only through a stroke of luck that Teddy hadn't been afflicted with lycanthropy himself. A miracle, really. How could he have been so stupid, taking that risk? How could he have been so reckless?
Teddy's question caught him by surprise, and Remus didn't try to conceal the roll of his eyes. "Abysmal. Not a single one noteworthy. How is the situation with you? Have anyone special?"