Harry's hand went to his forehead to touch his scar. He was confused about the statement, but he decided it probably wasn't a jab at him personally, just something he had done. "What do you mean?"
He crossed his legs in a way he had seen Hermione do time and time again. Knee over thigh, hands in lap, heel hooked over the foot rest on the bar stool. It was surprisingly comfortable, especially in the skirt he had on today.
"Karl," he dragged the name out playfully. "Harry works for male or female really."