"Mmm. I think he takes after me in that respect, though I don't know how picky of eaters Remus or Tonks were," Harry answered with a shrug. "Mmm, next time we do a dinner date here, we can include him if you'd like. He'd like that, I think." Though Teddy was really sociable, he'd been a bit surprised at how much the little boy had taken to Jack.
"Any dancing is a sure-fire way for Harry to embarrass himself," He admitted with a sheepish grin. "I've got no rhythm whatsoever, but if you'd like to see me dressed scantily and flailing about madly on a dance floor, then I'll do it. But only for you." He teased, batting his green eyes playfully.
Harry raised an eyebrow as Jack pushed away his plate but followed suit, standing up and stretching his arms high above his head, his jumper lifting a bit to reveal a strip of pale skin and sharp hip bones. "Brill! Well, er, I'm sure I have a pad of paper around somewhere if you'd like. But, if you want to wait, you can always use sketching as an excuse to come see me again." He said with a playful grin, grabbing Jack's hand on a whim and tugging him up the stairs.