"I hear that's one of the hazards of playing quidditch. Probably why I never took to the game - I'm too pretty to take a quaffle to the face." He offered Roger a cheeky grin.
The glow faded, leaving a couple of spots of bright yellow. Internal bruising most likely, nothing to worry about but definitely something that would hurt a bit. "Who, me? Oh, I'm not really into quidditch, so I don't know where you'd know me from." And it wasn't likely a fit bloke like Roger would be into blokes, so they likely didn't attend the same clubs.