Vrenille gave Remus a careful look, a slight frown of consternation on his brow. He could see he was getting caught here, but he couldn't see a way out except with some kind of provisional admission.

"What you did? No. I can teleport, y'know, short distances--line of sight and all. And I can make portals from one place to the next, but only to places I've been--places I've just been."

He let himself look a little sheepish here. "I'm guessing that Apparating is pretty much standard practice in these parts, huh? Everyone does it so it's kind of strange that I can't?"

Evidently, Vrenille still wasn't terribly focused on the particulars of Remus's "change" as he called it, and the truth was that it hadn't really occurred to him that this would be so glaringly strange. Doing the kind of work that he did meant taking people as they were, eccentricities, quirks, strangeness, risks, and all.

Risks, of course, had to be managed, but risks came in different varieties. The way Vrenille saw it, it was the mean-spirited, cruel kind of guys that you had to stay away from--the ones who wanted to trick you, trap you, hurt you for their pleasure. Whatever this whole werewolf thing involved, Remus was obviously not the sort of person who wanted to hurt others. For Vrenille that took him out of the column of "back the hell away" and put him into the column of "accept people's differences as they come."

Even if Remus wasn't (for whatever reason) very used to that, Vrenille figured that if he just carried on before long it wouldn't seem so strange.