Luag narrowed his eyes as he watched Flint, disliking his actions and words. A different tactic then. He did know the land better than either of these two and having one or both getting stuck in a bog would make his day. Shifting his pattern of movement in order to get a patch of bog between him and Flint, he rolled his eyes. "Big words from a lad who needs the Ministry's orders ta go pick a fight an' a bodyguard with a wand ta cover him," he countered. "Ye're the ones came here lookin' fer a fight. All Ah want is ta be in bed feckin' my husband."
A husband that would yell at him something awful over what he was doing and give him a lecture about the things he said. It was surprisingly easy to say these things now though. After all, he was just playing and acting the part now. None of it was personal and he was pleasantly detached. If this Hit Wizard wanted to play, they'd play. He couldn't really walk away anyways, considering that Flint would likely take that as a victory and there was no way that he was going to let the baw juggler think he had won.
Smirking, he nodded his head towards Blake. "Maybe ye should just go home an' have him go down hard on ye. Merlin knows ye need yer mood improved."