He'll never force his presence, she'd have sharply told him, had she been able to hear that line of thinking.

With a long inhale, a moment to stare down at her desk, she looks back up at him. That she can see such exhaustion in his face, a face once so vibrant, makes her heart ache. "I don't bite." The smile, brittle moments ago, turns into something a little more her. "I believe that's Sirius' job. Gnawing holes into James' underpants especially.

"But yes, some of them literally are." Her brows lift. "I've run into a number of you, now. It's getting hard to keep track. Yet each of the... older yous, the ones who--well, it doesn't matter. Sirius told me what actually happened, Remus. That night. And who it was that betrayed us."