He laughed at the nickname. "Why do I have a bad feeling I'm not going to hear the end of that lovely monicker for a while? If I start getting called that by anyone else I'll hunt you down!" he did agree getting back on the broom was usually the best thing to do, and he was usually the first one to hop back on. No doubt he'd have a few nice bruises from that tumble, his coworkers would wonder about that, so he started to think of the most bad ass story he could come up with for them.
The kiss to his forehead made him smile, and he took her hands and let her pull him up before purposely knocking her off of her balance to get a head start getting back in the air. He jumped on his broom, grabbed the Quaffle and raced off towards his goal post.