Remus made himself comfortable, holding Tonks against him, in the few peaceful minutes they had while Teddy was occupied in his cradle with something shining above him. He nosed lightly against her hair, breathing in slowly - another small gesture that indicated the moon was coming - and sighed.

"...Oh, I'm certain Narcissa won't threaten me with hexes to injure my most personal places when she knows I dressed her son like a Muggle." A lovely dry tone of voice there, but it was followed by a chuckle. "I'm almost curious to see this, but also dreading it." He flicked his fingers against her side, a teasing gesture of a tickle, but he didn't follow up on it. "Who knows, maybe he'll enjoy something rather than silver, green, and black for once."

He really didn't want to discuss that upcoming talk with Draco too much; his curse was always something that terrified him as much as he felt ashamed of it. The war against the Dark Lord hadn't helped anything with the view of werewolves, perhaps made it even worse, but so many of them were now put down or locked away for the rest of their lives. It didn't mean things would improve.