Harry doesn't expect Chloe's interference to do any good, not as keyed up as both she and this Charlie are, but he's not exactly expecting it to flash such a massive green light. Thanks for the name drop, Chloe.

He's in no rush to throw punches, takes his time to size up the situation; outmatched in weight, maybe, but sobriety and the bottle in hand easily balance that out. Well, maybe just the sobriety. This idiot's obviously important to Chloe, and though that wouldn't usually hold him back (not even with their recent unexpected truce, sadly), things are a bit different now. Considering Chloe's severe lack of friends at the moment, even Harry's clever enough to realize braining one of the remaining ones with a bottle isn't the way to go.

So while Charlie shrugs out of his jacket, Harry dismissively tosses the bottle to the ground before raising both hands in one last passive gesture.

"Word of advice - if I'm reluctant to take up an unfair advantage, you know you're in a state. Last chance to save us all some trouble."

It's said lightly, but there's a clear anchor of hostility beneath the surface - not unlike when he's mocking someone while holding a gun to their face, really. Chloe's probably intimately familiar with that tone.