Harry quirked an eyebrow at the 'husband' bit but didn't have any reaction past that. He was groovy with all sorts of otherworldly beings, the last thing he gave a shit about was whether someone was gay or not. Faeries didn't pay attention to that sort of thing, so him minding it would just make things more stupid than they already were.

"I guess it was an accident..." He didn't sound so sure, and knit his brows together trying to extract something, but his memories seemed...Blank.

"Turntables, huh? I dunno, though they would probably be ok around my maaa---" He cut himself off. Whoops.