"Clothes that were actually made after the year 2000? Hey, maybe we'll go mad and even get you some without holes," Perry gives Harry's sweats a sneer. "And maybe some that you know, actually fit you."

Even though he'll be kind of sorry to see the back of those sweats. Fuck off, you would be too.

"Don't think I'm doing this to get you laid. You work for me now. If anyone sees you looking like that, they'll think you're my abused house-boy."