The color in Ford's cheeks deepened at his response. He'd expected that pointing out that the other man was half naked would turn the tables and get him to be the one making excuses, but apparently not. Ford had never interacted with someone with no shame before, and it drew him up short. He had no idea what to do with this. He wished he had drawn his wand, because now he felt vaguely assaulted even though the man hadn't moved (and probably couldn't have done much damage if he had; he was fairly small), but he didn't have the presence of mind to draw it now when he was still trying to wrap his mind around that. So he was here to get into trouble with someone, and he was apparently going to keep on with it even though Ford had caught him at it. Embarrassing as the idea was of its own merits, it also meant that there might soon be another person to contend with in the woods, and another person to protect the wardrobe from.

"Would I mind what?" Ford asked, not following at all. His brain still hadn't really moved on from the fact that this fellow was shirtless and didn't even seem embarrassed about it.