"Of course," he said with a nod. "I told you I wasn't going to look," he said, staring at Harry for a long moment. "And you're welcome," he whispered, turning on heel and all but fleeing. Not for the nudity but because he had to pull himself together before anyone who would report back could see him.

So he was standing by the door, chin up, hands clasped behind his back, expression almost hollow.