Someone is taking his side against talking inanimate objects. That doesn't usually happen, murmurs an inner voice.

"Thank you." The other guy is definitely not naked, but he also doesn't seem bothered, so Harry manages not to lose his cool. He commits. He owns his decision. He walks naked to the pool, but immediately gets sidetracked by Supportive Skeleton's bloody drool.

"Are you okay? You've got a little..." He gestures as though politely informing someone they have spinach in their teeth.