[he's less surprised than he would have been had he not already learned of peggy's service in the military and her subsequent appointment in the royal guard. he quickly pieces together that she must have been tracking the same man--well done indeed--and stands back to watch her work. simple, efficient, effective using the conversion of her own bag. she barely even needed to break a sweat, though her grip on him is still impressive. hopefully she didn't catch what came before, though he can think up some bollocks excuse on the fly rather easily after all this time even if so.]

Much better now, thank you Miss Carter.

[his oxfords echo through the alley as he steps forward, ready to go in again in case this clod has any ideas about trying to maneuver another mistake. he leans down a little, not able to meet the man's line of sight given how he's face-down and at risk of having his arms pulled even more uncomfortably. but that doesn't stop him from uttering a very familiar adage.]

Manners Maketh Man.

Do you know what that means?

[he wriggles under peggy's grip until she pushes him down again, this time groveling out a half-apology and half-plea to be let go. harry looks at her expectantly, and with a pleasant smirk.]

It seems I have a habit of running into you during all sorts of commotion.