"That's, uh, a really nice ability," Harry said, clearing his throat. Friends, he reminded himself for the upteenth time. He really needed to stop being such a git about things, but it seemed that ever since he'd allowed himself to find men as attractive as women, he couldn't help but notice that all his male friends were wildly attractive. He was just thankful he hadn't developed a crush on Ron or Neville; Roger and Oliver were much better choices in that regard, even if nothing would come of it.
He looked up at Roger as he came back, relieved that he was now clothed. It was easier to focus when he didn't have to stare at Roger's naked chest. Though it had been a very nice sight, he allowed himself to think that much. "Well, I don't know about buying affection, but this is nice. Suits you."
Letting himself be pushed down on the sofa, and trying not to apply that to other situations as well, he shook his head at the question. Then realizing Roger couldn't see him, answered, "Nothing alcoholic. I don't think my stomach could take it after last night." He was still a bit queasy, though it was slowly dissipating. "Just some water would be great."