"Only one out of two?" Really, Dresden? Is that what you're going with? John is unimpressed. Harry's level of taste has always been suspect, though John used to give him the benefit of the doubt; the duster with its obvious protections are one thing, and it's entirely possible that the only wizard in the phone book wasn't able to afford fine taste. Having lived with him a while, though, has made it clear that no, Harry's just colorblind.

John nodded and shifted onto his side, tucking his arm under his head. "Maybe I'll just burn the place down and say you did it," he says on an exhale, eyes closing. "You're overdue, firestarter..."

He trails off, letting himself relax. With sturdy walls around him and Harry above him, he drops off almost immediately.