"Mmmhmm," he groaned, rolling onto his side so he could at least see Dean's legs, because his head was so heavy that he was almost afraid to lift it.
"So what am I going to owe you for this?" he asked, knowing that there was probably going to be some type of ridiculous payment for doing this for him. "I'll wash your clothes if I need to, except your socks. Your feet stink after Quidditch," he said to Dean, giving him half a smile.