"Looks don't matter. You'll always know me and I'll always know you." He moves a little closer and opens his arms, if she'll allow him, he'll give her a hug. "Probably because I'll be the twit that can never fix his own glasses. Monocle? Either way."

Harry knows he could've worked and earned property or servants or been booned their equivalent, but has pointedly avoided such things to the point of giving away several of his boons. Perhaps that wasn't wise, but it was his choice.