Matthew was tempted to remind Neville that he was a Medi-Wizard and did know about the whole sleeping seated but decided against. He was sick and would chose his battles if he could help it. At the mention of soup, his stomach grumbled and he remembered that he had not eaten since his second shift, well into the night. "I'm hungry.." he said, sighing. "Yeah, I think I should shower and um, if Spiffy around still?" One of the Longbottom Elf was coming over once in a while to do some cleaning, believing that the boys could not handle it. Matt wasn't complaining, half the time they didn't have the time to clean.
"You know, I caught her again smelling my socks the other morning. Nev, look, I like Spiffy. Really, I adore her. But one day I'll fill my sock drawer with sex toys just to traumatize her." He didn't really think that. He'd never harm an House Elf.
He scratched his chest and tried to draw a breath through his nose, making some weird sound. Hot. Steamy. Shower. It was appealing, especially since he could already feel his fever come down slowly. "Do I get to keep you in bed all day tomorrow?" He asked as he slowly moved to get up, smiling at him as he winked.