Harry kept his lips firmly closed on the subject of any women he may or may not have slept with, and instead went back on the teasing attack. "So find y'self a bloke you care about and bed him down. 'M not busy at the moment."
He'd muttered the last part into the dreg of his (6th? 15th?) drink. The room was pleasantly spinning, and he knew he should stop, if only the ale didn't go down so smooth! "If I have 'nother, gonna get a room!" he said with a bleary smile.