Theodore winced and leaned away from her 'abuse', covering the spot on his arm instinctively after receiving the blow. She could actually hit impressively hard. You know, for a girl. It must have been from all of that Quidditch practice and having to hold herself up on the broom, or catching the ball.... or whatever she did. It was really sad that they'd been friends for this long and he'd taken so little interest in her profession. He was a horrible friend, wasn't he? Well. The day he crowded onto the bleachers with a bunch of screaming, pathetic Quidditch fans was the day that he became way too committed.
"Never mind?" Theodore replied at once, his brows rising a bit in interest when Demelza's rant had ended. He was rubbing his arm quite obviously - looking to get some undeserved pity, mostly. "Does my siting here make you uncomfortable? Because you covered my seat in chocolate treats. I don't see any other option."