Percy wrinkled his nose, hating being called that. It, quite frankly, wasn't his name - but then, he tended to hate the majority of nicknames given to him. "I'm quite thankful you're restraining yourself," he quipped back.
He smirked. "Don't sound so apologetic, it doesn't suit you. You enjoy every moment of it, don't lie." He didn't begrudge his friend any of it, even if his own social calendar was rather bare. He did, however, glare when the matter of the bill was addressed.
"I am perfectly capable of paying for my own suits, thank you kindly." The words weren't overly harsh, but nevertheless came from a part of Percy that remembered the days of hand-me-downs and pinching pennies. Paying his own way was mostly a matter of pride, something he still had plenty of even after the events of the war. But in the end, he knew it was a gesture of kindness from one friend to another, and he didn't want Hyperion to think he didn't appreciate it. "But thank you still. It simply means that I will be in your debt, one I plan to repay."
The Muggle came back out with a set of large bags on hangers with zippers down the front. "Would you l ike to try them on to make sure the fit is right, Sir?"