"He likes Quidditch ..." Rhydian trailed off almost before he'd begun, aware that this was as pointless an argument as he could possibly engage in. "I like him, anyhow." It was the same as it always was - at the beginning of any relationship or anything like it, he was infatuated with the idea of someone as much as he was with the actual man. "He's quiet. He's different. You can't be throwing punches all day. You don't go for girls who drink themselves blind and get in pub fights, do you?"