The suspicion on Stiles’ face and voice might have been subtle to most people, but for Remus, he’d dealt with enough of it his entire life that he found himself eyeing the boy carefully. It was clear to him that this wouldn’t be so simple, that the young man knew there was something not quite right about him. He cleared his throat and stood slightly straighter, allowing his gaze to hold onto the younger man’s own.
“Ugly. Terrible. You can choose whatever word you’d like,” he said, his voice even. “I would rather not go into detail-- but I promise you my having access to a safe place is better for everyone here.”
There was no reason to Remus that this boy would know anything about werewolves. Then again, there was no reason he wouldn’t also be a wizard and know exactly what signs to be looking for if he happened to find the dark arts fascinating. He slipped his hands back into his pockets, his fingers curling around the wand as he tilted his head back slightly.
“Of course, I understand if my request seems unusual,” he said.