"Pick a roof then, madam," Regulus answered, if he was being gallant by allowing her to select where they were landing.
He was sorely tempted, at her teasing, to actually dip down a little too quickly, but he knew better to tease her about that. It had taken enough coaxing to actually get her on a broom and he knew that she still wasn't entirely comfortable. It was best not to press his luck.
"Wild?" Regulus asked, sounding offended. "I'll have you know that it was this very steering technique that won the Quidditch Cup for Slytherin last year."