Whatever he wanted to call it? Zach was not gay. He was not gay. He was not gay. It wasn't a hand...flippy thing. But oh, he had to concentrate on something else because currently she was resembling an annoying dog, one that had latched on and was refusing to let go. Normally that didn't matter to Zach at all. In fact, he was quite good at dealing with that, but this, she had said, and that - no
Preference for boys. That was, well, that was true. And she wasn't really letting it go. And well, Romilda was like him, and he knew when he knew things, and she was knowing his One Thing he kept secret, and well, bloody hell, but Zach had to get over it because he was so used to being on her end. He knew what it was like.
"She's pretty awesome," Zach just didn't address the other bit because, well, he couldn't hide it, but he didn't really know what to say beyond what she said.