Harry laughed, having to set his glass down to avoid spilling any more of it then he did at his friend's initial comment. He wiped tears from his eyes, reaching over and patting Eward on his bare shoulder, noting the heat in the other's skin. "I hear Doctors can set them with splints, like broken bones. You should try it, although you might need a night off. I know stud racers who get more sleep than you."
"Maybe a slap on the wrist, but it isn't anything you wouldn't enjoy. In all serious, Eward, what figures did you change? To what?" He asks, getting up to prise the other's glass from his fingers as the young girl came in. And then he sat down, sighing loudly at the exchange, and at the girl's blush asked, "Don't you have a daughter about her age, Eward?"