Roger nodded dreamily. "I love riding wood, Harry. Also having someone ride my wood. Wood in general," he said with a generous wink. He knew teasing the poor man was probably very poor form but it was so, so much fun. Plus there was a small, deeply sexually frustrated part of him that rather boldly suggested that maybe fucking Harry so hard he couldn't walk for a week wouldn't be such a bad idea. Of course that part of his brain was a horrible traitor and needed to be ignored.
"I do love the game," he admitted blithely. "I love it more when I'm not injured, but I definitely love it." he tilted his head and smirked. "So what you want to shack down and conserve body heat? I do have an old Muggle tent I suppose," he said thoughtfully.
"That's a shame," he said with a small frown. "But I understand it from your point of view. He was always a little git in school, Malfoy. Never liked him in the least."