"No, I don't imagine 'honoured' to be a word any sane individual would choose in that situation." Remus let his head roll a little to one side, tilting so he could look at Draco properly. Smiling softly, he motioned as though to pat Draco's arm. But his own was too tired to make the motion more than a half-hearted lift of his hand. "You don't strike me as a helpless man, now, though." And certainly not after watching Draco wield one of the most powerful spells known to wizard-kind so expertly.
A rough laugh scratched it's way out of his throat. "I'm not sure which is the more amusing mental image. You and James shopping together. Or the two of you trying to get James' hair cut." His two friends couldn't have more different tastes when it came to style and James' unruly hair had been a bane of Prongs' existence as long as Remus had known him.
"The bus isn't responsible for managing my condition," he pointed out calmly. "This might present a problem if this happens too frequently, or for too much longer, though. It feels like a fizzy drink that's been shaken too hard, trying to pop the cap." While it was nice not having to go through the pain of the transformation, or have to worry about hurting or even disturbing the others, he would do it if it meant not risking that pushing too long without would mean the curse was stronger than the potion one Full.