Luag couldn't help nodding in approval. He knew the Chaser moves, his step-dad had seen well to that, and the skills and plays were still nestled into his brain even if the position hadn't been for him. The strategy behind it had been brilliant, but dealing with the other Chaser's skill levels and different thought processes hadn't been.
"Best place 'round," he said with a smirk. "But Ah'm biased. This place keeps ye on yer toes though. When the wind shifts, ye can be in fer a rough ride." Now that the other man was flying closer, he looked him over, trying to see if he could read what sort of mood Flint was in. "As much as Ah can with work an' life. Been flyin' more since Ah've been helpin' Pansy teach her girls an' the other children at the school how ta fly. Although that isnae that sort o' flyin'." He gestured up at where Flint had just been flying. "Ah dinnae get ta fly like that too often." At least purely competitively. There was flying with Nate when they both had the time, but that easily got distracted.