"Well that's just not true, they let Malfoy live there, so they invite rodents," Lee answered, scratching absently at his belly and then realizing, finally, that he wasn't wearing much. "Ermm. . . "
Well, it wasn't like she hadn't already seen, so Lee decided not to worry about it. "I usually just let the cats in! But fine, hang on. Just. . . come in or something. Where was it? By the bed, I guess?" He was a reasonably manly man. He could kill a rat.
But sod it, he was putting shoes on first. He didn't want his toes bitten and then to die of rabies or rat poisoning or something. He swung the door open for her and turned, knocking his knee into the edge of the crooked dresser and swearing before managing to find his trainers and shove his feet in.