"You are so not in any position to judge my level of fineness," he corrected, taking a strong stance against Spider-Sass. He didn't comment on the weird way he suddenly covered his mouth and cleared his throat, but he did give him a skeptical eyebrow raise.
"Yeah, I think I'm just going to hail a cab and head home." Harry dragged a hand across his shirt again, smoothing down any wrinkles that may have formed during his brief sojourn through the atmosphere. Checking his pockets to make sure nothing had fallen out -- wouldn't it be just his luck to find himself stranded with no wallet while he waited for the police to show up -- he straightened himself up and glanced in the direction of traffic. "Once you've had your drug deal foiled by Spider-Man, there's really nowhere else for your evening to go."