Harry laughs. "And I would protest he cannot sleep without thy work above him but-- thou canst see for thyself 'twould be a lie."

(Hector, far less interested in this conversation than the humans in the room, has indeed gone to sleep.)

He'd like very much to just continue talking about the dogs, brush all the rest aside, but it feels suspiciously like a retreat. And Harry Percy does not retreat unless forced.

"But I would-- I would make up this quarrel between us," he says. "If I knew but how."