[ He doesn't. It's not his family's fault Bunnymund doesn't get the implications of old bloodlines and how powerful the magic is that runs in them. It's a little sad he even has to spell this out for such a wizened being. ] Even so. Centuries and centuries of magic running in one family... it sure builds up. Don't you think?

[ Aaaaaand he's starting to get up in Bunnymund's face, teeth bared in warning. ] I could turn you into a dingo if I damn well pleased, Jafa.

Let me just tell you a few things about Remus J. Lupin. About what he's gone through. I've seen the scars on his back, all over him. He gave himself all those scars. His parents would keep him in a padded room in their basement, the wolf'd insane and tear at his own flesh.

And another thing? He's been a werewolf since he was a kid.

[ And now, the Black Family rage that's always in the back of his consciousness is smoldering just behind his eyes, as he glares at him now. ]

If you're trying to tell me you're here to protect children, I say you've done a piss-poor job.

[ He draws himself up to full height, noses barely an inch apart. ]

I'm warning you. Give him a single scar more, and I'll give you fifty.