Harry worked his own way steadily through the equivalent of two and a half meals in the interim (he'd definitely skipped lunch, probably breakfast too, although anything pre-octopus for the day was kind of fuzzy), so it was a little while before he'd cleared his throat enough to reply.
He shrugged, rubbing at his temple again subconsciously when the conversation wound down and he wasn't quite so distracted. He had a sneaking suspicion the wall behind him was having difficulty staying in place, but he resisted the urge to turn around and check; if that was the only thing that would get weird before he went to bed he'd be thrilled. "Doesn't matter; whichever you want, Kemo Sabe. Although I would advise against callin' it a knight unless it's about Camelot or somethin'; might get offended." He smirked, clearly thoroughly amused by himself.