"Yes, well, I'm un-bringing it up," Harry replied with maturity.
Then, when she looked at him in shock, he flushed a little and looked around, agitated and hoping no one was looking, or worse, listening. He brought all four legs of the chair back on the ground and stood. He beckoned to her, indicating that she should stand as well.
"I'm five foot eleven," he said, lowering his voice. "I'm supposed to be five foot eight."