The hand-shaking is strange, but he'll go according to custom. He's too excited by the prospect of giant whatever-it-was and other beasties and a stable.

"Harry Percy. Give me but a minute, I'll get no joy of it in this foppery." He rests a hand on the counter. "My lady?"

A neatly folded set of clothes appears -- leather pants, a shirt and a leather jacket, all of which seem familiar to Harry, who beams. A pair of boots appears a moment later. Harry nods to Tommy. "I'll return anon. Stay here."