[There it was, spoken plainly to his face. Lupin saw that he had two choices: accept the absurdity, or simply don't adapt. Given the options, he knew he would only choose the first one, any day.]

I'll believe you, if only because you're not a liar like me. And, if I was dreaming, I wouldn't have felt like I was hit by a truck earlier. The only reason I didn't mention them is because I have my reputation to maintain, you know. I may do crazy stuff, but I'm not that crazy. ...It's a pretty crazy thing to ask about.

[He had been preserving his own ego infront of the man who has tried to arrest him a million times and more. Lupin offered the inspector a smile in an attempt to lighten the mood. The seriousness was getting to him, and he didn't like it.]

A book you say? You mean the one with the empty pages that was next to me when I woke up? That has been my only clue to some kind of civilized population all day? I...well, I got mad. And kicked it.

It's...[He does a quick search, and scoops it out of the dirt.] Here!