Tonks' desire to defend Ringo Starr was momentarily diverted by Remus' touch, and secondarily his suggestion.
"Bump's no good for a baby!" She argued, chewing her lip. She certainly didn't want to tell Remus that she thought of the baby as 'pup' when she talked to it, or thought about it, or had dreams with the baby in them.
"Either way, I hope it has my nose," Tonks mused, eager to change the subject, her usually slender nose blossoming to the size of a cherry tomato before returning to normal. She kissed Remus again. "And your sense of humor. Laugh?"