"No," Tonks replied, voice muffled by her cheek now pressed against the table. "I mean, you'd think, but with Moody everybody sweats it."
Despite all of the tea she'd had, Tonks yawned just thinking about it.
"I think I should find another Metamorphmagus, hire them to go to work for me on days I'm not feeling like it, and sit around and eat pie."
Even though she said it, Tonks didn't mean it, and if Remus had learned anything about her during their acquaintance, he knew she didn't, either. Being an Auror, and being in the Order, were the most important things about her as far as Tonks was concerned.