"I don't dance, I'm sorry." He smiled more though, and was collecting up a new pair of jeans to replace the bloody ones he was wearing. Once he had them draped over his arm, he was slowly moving for the dressing room, though the door had been lost long ago and it didn't offer much privacy, it was the best he had.
"They marry? That's wonderful.. she was a very sweet girl. She deserves to be happy. But seven children?" My, that was a lot. And Remus, for a second, considered having seven children of his own, but dismissed it as easily as it'd come. He didn't want to risk passing on his curse. No werewolf had ever been documented as having bred with someone not infected. And he didn't want to be the first, the test subject. He didn't want to pass on something so awful to someone else, not through biting or blood.