It was a small flat, not terribly shabby. But it always struck James that this place was too small. He'd never offered Harry better because he didn't want to overstep his bounds so quickly, but James secretly thought his son deserved a better place. James had grown up wealthy, never left wanting much. He wanted Harry to lead the same sort of life.
"Don't be a smartarse," James grinned. "And no, I'm not really hungry. Thanks anyway."