"Not far. Down the stairs and into this part of the dungeons." He shrugged, watching her pull out the damp rag and sucking in a breath.
"What the bleeding hell would he want with my shoes? Idiot already had a pair." He flinched, biting down on his bottom lip to hold back a curse as Ginny rubbed at his foot. Now that he was no longer running from the suit of armor, and there was no adrenaline high, he found himself tired and in pain. He was really getting sick of people being prats just because they could.
"Do you have to wipe so hard?" He was not whinging, he reminded himself. He was protesting in a dignified manner.