"I'm afraid I'm too old and frail to be serving drinks, young lady." Harry responded in the best old man voice he could come up with. "And you'll be hexed if you try to serve your own. So! Looks like you'll have to find a proper young bloke to serve you."

And with that he turned away again, playing along but also feeling a bit self conscious about the fact that he still had no shirt on and the fact that his multitude of scars were visible. Not that she hadn't seen them before, but that was a long time ago when their relationship was quite different. Intimate.