"They already are," he murmurs, then leaning back, gestures to the earrings, the black smudges around his eyes that look much less artful now.

"These are just trinkets. Baubles and trickery that I may be noticed by someone in need of a servant. It is the only trade I know, and I shall not stoop to less than that."

And that is the only way he can phrase the offer he wants to make. Desperation leaves a corrupt tinge to anything, but Remus is the first one since Glitch and his household who has treated him with such respect and kindness. To Glitch, he is but a guest; he cannot remain as such forever.