"I suppose," Al shrugged. "There's a lot more of them than there are of us. It's difficult to apply a single standard to so many."
Al kept the knight ready just in case the rook decided to come back and switched his attention to the other side.
The bishop... yes. Down with it. If it only took the bait.
"Discomfort as in holding onto one's throbbing forehead and trying not to think of one's frontal lobes being separated from each other with surgical means by way of a cure," Al informed him just as mildly. "Or discomfort, as in holding onto one's throbbing forehead, attempting to understand just why the majority of the sexual behaviour deviations listed in the historical context were classified by someone as diseases in the first place." He paused, tilted his head. "And then there's the discomfort of flipping very thin pages with smudging ink. Muggle publications are... more fragile."