It gets a laugh, and Feuilly bumps his shoulder again. There's no real point in explaining just how sure Harry had been that he was Ashley. He would have sworn it up and down, just as much as he's defending his Harry-ness now.

"No--no, he wasn't violent or anything, he just--" Feuilly rubs his face and suppresses a sniffle. "He just wasn't anything like you. He didn't know me, he was from the future--Yorkshire, he ran some sort of holiday place? He was very polite," he assures Harry hastily, although it might be one of the least reassuring things about it.