"So you've taught him to catch and --" The bike jostled and Remus yelped and turned around, gripping onto Sirius. Landing and going down was as bad as bloody flying. Closing his eyes, he gulped. "Urgh, God, Pads. Just tell me when we hit solid ground and then we can discuss how I will teach the boy."

Yes, of course he was volunteering. Like he'd ever do anything else. This was what it was and he wasn't going back now. He could, however, take care of the boy himself. Once Sirius was done scaring him.