"Yeah.. Yeah, yeah- definitely," Harry slurred out, realising it hadn't come out as a direct wish and more as a suggestion. There was a slight front between his brows, not fully come to terms with the fact that he was expected to just dish out orders. "That's what I meant, sorry."<br/>Harry, however, didn't look neither hurt nor mad; more than anything, he looked like he didn't know where to start. "I'll get them for you, hold on-"<br/>With that, he disappeared off to find the assistent who had ordered a handful of shoes in Alycia's size for him.