"Excuse me," Callen protested, nuzzling at her hair and not letting her get even an inch farther away from him. "You're going to agree based on the puppy's logic and not mine? I'm the Ravenclaw here."
He was fairly certain if Jock had the opportunity to be Sorted he'd end up a Gryffindor, what with the reckless way he went running off after everything and anything.