Kinsey wasn't particularly phased by his supposed attitude towards women. She surmised that his knowledge of Welsh was minute, if any, and probably didn't get the fact that she was referring to his ego. She resented the hit she took to the head with the bludger (giving her the errant word in her native Welsh), but she found the result somewhat hilarious at the same time.
Still, she wasn't one to back down to a guy, especially when he called her a 'bint'.
"Really, now." She had to smirk at his use of 'feck'. Truth be told, she used it because she found it slightly less vulgar (not that vulgarness ever bothered her really, and the accent didn't hurt either.)
"I'm not the least bit daft, and I'm sure it would suit you well enough if I left, but I'm quite dedwydd here in the air." She smirked, her eyebrow raising slightly. "You know, what say we race for the 'privilege' to use the pitch alone," she proposed, knowing that she had a few Junior Broom Racing trophies at home.
She looked to the attractive 7th year and flipped a flirty smirk.