He smiled shyly at Scorpius, and moved closer, glad that the seats didn't have an arm between them. He liked being able to be pressed against Scorpius. It had the added benefit of keeping them warm too. "All right, I'd like that," he said, even though he wasn't confident of his abilities on a broom. "Just as long as we don't go too high. I'm not a fan of heights."
He looked at Scorpius in surprise. "Flying without a broom?" He thought that sounded dangerous, and quite possibly lethal. "How is that even possible?" He couldn't say it sounded interesting to him, but it was clear that Scorpius was envious. "Um, just don't try it without someone who knows what they're doing." The thought of Scorpius plummeting hundreds or thousands of feet to his death made him sick to his stomach.
He turned his attention to the Pitch, and clapped along with Scorpius as the Falcons entertained the crowd. He didn't follow any teams faithfully, but he enjoyed Quidditch. "I don't think I would fly like that even if I could."