But you don't . . . need it. To survive, I mean.

[Fascinating. He likens it in his mind to a drug addiction-- not necessary, but desperately craved. Much like Moony's bloodlust, frankly, but Remus only has to deal with that one night a month. He can't imagine feeling that constantly.]

I could help, if you truly need some. Surely blood willingly given can't be-- I mean, I don't know, you know your religion better than me--