Harry just grinned, glancing down at his own chest to run his fingers over some of the marks there. Sure, some of them were a little tender, but that just meant they'd probably last longer, and the longer he could tell he belonged to Jay just by looking in the mirror, the happier he'd be.

"Aye, I'm fine. I like them," he said honestly as he looked back up at Jay. He moved over to the chest at the foot of his bed, intending on digging out some clothes. He was just about to ask if Jay wanted him to find something else for the thief to wear (if he could find something that would fit) when he looked up and Jay was doing pushups. Any teasing he might have done died in his throat as he watched the ripple of muscle in Jay's back and he swore under his breath. He really did want to actually leave the room and get food, but damn if Jay didn't make it hard. Literally.

"Uh huh," he managed to get out, taking Jay's offered hands. He cleared his throat and tried again. "We are not both going to fit in that shower." But he moved towards the bathroom anyway.