[No, he is by no means irritable over this turn. In contrast, the various conversations he had over the last week have left him more contemplative. They were all asking him to be something that he was inherently not--an honest, trusting man.

Feeling somewhat more steady, Lupin leans back and stares out the window as Adele works. He wasn't surprised that she had taken to stalking him over the journals. Not really.]

...If you're talking about that thing with Marco, I made it amply clear that I can't join his game immediately. It's really no effort for me to synthesize a chemical like that either, because all I need is the raw materials and a lab.

It will give me something mundane to do once I'm allowed out of here anyway.