"Nah, I'm not fond of blacking out that way," Jake replied, then chuckled at Regulus' dry wit. "Do that, and I may give you more nasty tasting potion."
Jake shrugged. "Potter is no friend of mine, and neither are any of those do-gooder Weasleys which seem to have exploded in population. I'll heal them if they need it, but other than that I'd rather not have to engage any conversation or be within twenty feet of them."
He smirked after the attendant who looked notably harassed, but on the whole glad that they wouldn't be bothered. Jake liked buying clothes, but hated the customer service. Always...there. In your face.
Jake removed his robes, not at all embarrassed by stripping in front of Regulus. He took the robes that were hanging on the wall and began to undo some buttons while they talked.
"It's just as well. He doesn't need nor deserve any of that."