"It's not the same, not by a long shot," he said with conviction. "Joggers aren't like the jeans you saw me wear. They are fluffy and fuzzy and warm. They are baggy and comfortable. I'll get you a pair and then you'll know I'm right." He glared at him. "Where do you think we'll get food with no wizards to make it? Sooner or later, we'll need to learn to shop there."
Harry snorted. "The same thing you do with a man, I suppose," he said, chuckling. "Why exactly are you shut in? If I can manage to have sex without anyone finding out, how can you not?"
He chuckled again. "It's not about appearances per se. That's a very Slytherin thing. I'm wearing them because it's convenient when I go undercover. People look for the scar and the glasses. Deal with that and things get much easier."