"Seriously, Jasper," he said, rolling his eyes. "Do you know who you're talking to? I've learnt to read the society page of the Prophet long before I should have, and I always read the Quibbler. Aunt Luna wouldn't approve if I didn't. I like to know what they are reporting on, so I can avoid it."
He bit his lip trying not to laugh too loud. "It's not a dress and I have no idea what a drag act is," he answered, chuckling. "I like trousers, sometimes, but I'm also used to robes." He looked at the other man, frowning. "Are you serious? You'd let me stay there? Do you know that you'd have to start putting up spells to keep people out, Muggles, wizards, all sort of people. My house has more spells than the Ministry. Why do you think they want me here? It's safer than St. Mungo's." He squeezed Jasper's hand. "Thank you for the offer, but I won't put more people at risk."