'Won't matter, you'll be company,' he said, though honestly this was much more about making sure Percy got better. He'd go insane if he had to worry about him and be sick and alone at the same time.
He did frown when he saw Percy shiver like that, knowing the feeling and wishing there was something he could do. Still he knew there wasn't, short of getting out of bed and trying to rub warmth into Percy again. Somehow he didn't think he even could manage to get over to Percy's bed, or that it would be good for Percy if he could.
'37,' he said with a small semblance of a smirk. 'How bad are you feeling. Really?' he asked.