Resenting and enjoying the fact he had made his friend laugh so much, Eward was caught between a smile and a scowl. Harry's hand was cold but he didn't move much as he patted his shoulder. It was quite refreshing and made him want a cool bath to freshen up.
"I do not need a splint. It shall be the Ambassador who needs one of those if the ball-breakers get a hold of him. I simply notched up a few zero's to ones, occasionally I added a two... it is no big matter!" His gaze moved to the maid then back at Harry. "If I did have a daughter I wouldn't look at her tits, now, would I? Kitty, ignore this man. He is ugly and of no use to you."