London Towne

Oliver sighs, gets up and strolls over to the door in his boxers. He opens the door to find Harry about to knock again.

"Oh, hi, Harry."

"Hullo, Oliver. I heard you were staying here and thought you might want to go down and have something to eat, but if you're .. uh .. busy, that's ok."

"No, not at all Harry. I was just considering a nap, but dinner sounds great."